John put his hand on Rogers back and he clenched his leg. " A - Are You Okay? " he gently asked, Freddie still fuming at the back of the room.

" Do I Look Okay?! " Roger bursted out, making the bassist jump a bit. John started to say something, but stopped. " NO! My Husband - To Be, Has Just Walked Out On Me! IS THAT OKAY? " John shook his head quickly.

" BRIAN! " he called once again, knowing it was no use. It reminded them of the day they became Boyfriends, when he was sitting on that step, wishing for Brian back to him.

He turned round to Freddie, wincing in dissatisfaction. " I Cant Belive It. " he sighed in anger. " Brian Always Thought You Were Up To Something. " he turned his head back to the creaky, open door. " Turns Out He Was Right. "

" I - I - Im Sorry, Roger. " Freddie whined. It had no affect on the lost drummer. " Are You... " he said, getting up, turning to face Freddie. " ARE YOU? "

Freddie narrowed his eyes, frightening Roger a bit, as he finally noticed how tall Freddie was compared to him. He backed up a little as Freddie nodded, his head like a stone, still, and silent.

The room fell silent once again. 

" W - W - Would You Like Some Help Findi - " John started, before Roger cut him off ( Again. )

" I THINK YOU'VE DONE QUITE ENOUGH. " he snarled. John looked behind his back shyly, and nodded.

Meanwhile, Brian was driving to the house.

" I Cant Fucking Belive It. " he growled, beeping the horn at his car at a pedestrian. " MOVE IT! " he said, pointing his thumb to the other side of the road.

His face suddenly saddend.

" I Didnt Mean To Hurt You, Roger.. " he said softly, all of a sudden. In no time Brians voice was streaming with rage again. " I MEANT TO HURT FUCKING FREDDIE! " he stepped on his pedal quickly, heading to the home he shared so delightfully with his Husband - To - Be.

Opening the door, he checked the plans he and Roger had been doing that morning for their weddding. He thought it was going to be on Tuesday the following week, but what he read shocked him.

" TODAY?? " he shouted, his hands on his cheeks. " SURELY NOT TODAY!? "

He checked the paper. Thats what it said! Friday 16th January. Their Wedding Day.

" SHIT! " he shouted, instantly.

Just at that time did Roger realise today was their Wedding.

" SHIT! " he shouted, instantly.

" What? " called Freddie and John in sync. 

" THE WEDDING! " he screeched, running to the door, his hands shaking on his head. " YOU AND BRIAN'S? " gasped John, following. Roger nodded impatiently. Gasping, John and Freddie tried to catch up with him as he ran as fast as he could, but soon they had lost him.

Alone. In the streets of london. There was one choice. His home, of which Brian had already left to the church.

When he arrived, the door was locked. He banged on it several times, but there was no reply. He put his lips into the keyhole, shouting at his loudest, tears in his eyes. " BRIAN! BRIAN, LOVE!? " 

No reply. Eerie silence, cold, deathly silence. It seemed the world had muted at that point. He looked below him, at the very doorstep he cried for hours at 2 years ago.

On that step, was a note. 

' WEDDING TODAY DARLING ' 

It was in Brians handwriting. Messy, and inky. He had obviously written it not so long ago.

" He MUST Be At The Church. " he gasped, instantly heading to his own car, instantly sliding in, breathing heavily. He could feel his heart thumping inside his chest - and it felt horrid. He may have broke the speed limits a few times.

Actually,

Many times.

" GET OUT THE FUCKING WAY! " he called, speeding across the road. He could see the faint body of the cathedral ahead of him. Gasping in delight, he drove quickly as he could to where he knew his Husband - To - Be was.