“Come on, let’s get something to eat, I’m starving!” Al announces, pointing to a small café. He turns the rental car around and parks on the street. Justin and Molly peer out the window. For being in another country, so far everything looked very similar to Pittsburgh. But then again, they were still in the city, having just left Poitiers airport. Their final destination was still about an hour and a half away in Loire Valley. “Come on, Kiddies,” he jokes, opening the door of the car for them. “Get out and let’s eat some cuisine!” Molly frowns, “Is it even opened?” Al laughs, “For early birds like us, it is!” Justin yawns, wrapping his arm over his younger sister. The cool wind dances across their faces, causing Molly to frown as well, “I want to sleep.” Ignoring her, Al finds a place to sit outside, “This is a perfect spot,” looking towards the small café, he calls out, “Nous voulons le café!!” Both Taylors give him a disapproving glare, however Justin speaks first, “Al, we are fuckin’ exhausted. Can you try not to scream?” He laughs, shaking his head, “Nope.” A server walks out with a fake smile, “Oui, monsieur?” He grins, and with a terribly thick American accent begins to order a coffee for him and Justin, a hot chocolate for Molly, some croissants with jam, and a chocolate roll to share. Turning back to Justin and Molly, he states, “Now you’re going to taste a French breakfast.” “I rather sleep.” Molly deadpans. Justin closes his eyes. He was exhausted, but still feeling too anxious to sleep. What if this was a trap? What if his uncle was dead? “Hey, wake up, I’m talking to you,” Al chides. Frowning, Justin opens his eyes, “What?” “You wanna pay for this? I’m a little short of cash… I didn’t have time to pick up some money since I was in such a rush trying to save your asses from death.” Justin blinks, wanting to say something, but for the life of him nothing was coming to mind. Shaking his head, he slowly gets out his wallet, figuring that this breakfast wouldn’t be worth more than ten dollars, right? The server returns with the food and places the bill on the table as well. Reaching for it, Justin’s eyes widen. Al laughs, “Yeah, I usually cheap out at McDonalds when I’m here…either that or mooch off your uncle: this country’s too damn expensive.” Justin nods, looking back at the ten dollar bill in his wallet. He had a credit card, two actually. One was his debit card and the other belonged to Brian. He kept forgetting to return it to Brian once he had moved out. Biting his lip, he tries to decide what to do. Should he use Brian’s card and hope that Brian would notice and realize that it’s him and that he’s okay? Would the card even work? For all he knew, Brian could have cancelled the account. But if he used his own debit card… it could be traced. He couldn’t risk that. He couldn’t risk the chance that someone might be keeping an eye on his bank account, just waiting for some activity to occur. “The chocolate roll is good,” Molly states softly, “You want some?” she asks her brother. Turning to his sister, he decides it isn’t worth the risk and quickly puts Brian’s credit card down on the table. It was in Fate’s hands now.