In Emeraline's room, Scott's eyes widened in surprise as he instinctively staggered backward, into the hallway, where Emile was waiting.

"Thank you for the autograph," Emile spoke and jerked Scott away from the angry woman.

Emeraline shouted, "Don't you ever come back here again!" Her last word was somehow muffled by the loud bang of her door.

"Why do you have to push me away?" Scott complained. "I don't think she would dare to do anything to me."

"Right and I will cry over your dead body if she managed to stab you with a dagger using her other hand." Emile rolled her eyes. "After I raised her mood, I planned to pump her for information - but not as blunt as you did." She teased with a smile. "Never mind, I didn't thought that she would give us any information in the first place."

The pair went back to their room, which was unusually quiet. Jordan was on his bed, pretending to be asleep. Jo was seated by the table, fiddling with a pen.

"Knock knock, anyone home?" Emile asked timidly.

No response.

"What happened?" Scott tried.

"You ask her!" Jordan suddenly exploded and jumped off his bed, running out of the room.

"Wait!"

Scott sent Emile a take-care-of-Jo look and rushed after Jordan. He caught up to him at the elevator.

"Come on, you can tell me anything, we are brothers, right?"

At the dinner table, Jordan felt better already, but when he saw Jo enter, the smiles vanished like lightning.

Emile pushed Jo to the seat beside Jordan, which she reluctantly did so. Emile elbowed Jo, which shook her head.

"Go on, ask him."

More head shakes.

Emile sighed. "Jo wants to know if you are all right."

"She has her own mouth and she can talk, why must you help her speak? I am going back to my room!" Jordan stomped off.

"It's alright, we can try again tomorrow," Emile comforted Jo.

The next day, the four teenagers woke up very late and had brunch at different times.

When afternoon came, Emile saw Jo dressed to go out and enquired about her destination. On hearing that Jordan decided to follow and before long, Emile and Scott also went along.

Five minutes later, Jo, wearing a pink diamante bikini top with micro-mini denim shorts strolled confidently down the beach. Her channel shades protecting her eyes from the evils which the sun rays may bring. Emile wore a Brazilian one-piece suit with a radiant smile, as if competing the sun's intensity. Scott donned on tight Speedos with a tanned arm over Emile's shoulders, the tan on his body appear to be reflecting off the sun's rays, which made his muscular body gleam in the sunlight. Jordan trailed behind, dressed in a pair of floral broadshorts. His hair was somewhat hidden in a tucker cap. His depressed face seemed to sing a different tune to what his defined and muscular body suggested.

"Hey!" Jo waved at a pair of teenagers by the beach. A portion of the white, sandy depositional landform has been set aside as a recreational spot for the hotel's patrons. A long line of thick string surrounded the perimeter of the volleyball court.

"Let me introduce you to Greg Grayson, my friend," Tim Alliot smiled. "Ah, I remember you from yesterday. I hope you are all right by now." Jordan looked away as the introductions were made. "Shall we start?"

Jo grabbed the chance on being on Tim's and Greg's team, obviously still angry with Jordan. Tim served. TWACK! The ball flew over the net and moved swiftly towards Jordan. Jordan stepped forward and swung his hands but missed. On the other side of the court, Jo's eyes widened involuntarily as she seemed to see the ball fly at high speeds towards Jordan's head.