Sitting in his car, Brian closes his eyes. He tries to focus on breathing but all that enters his mind is blood… a blade piercing skin…and his hand controlling the knife. Slamming his foot on the accelerator, he speeds away from the scene, and hopefully from his memories as well. “Pick up the fuckin’ phone,” Brian mumbles once he dial’s Carl’s number. “You okay?” Carl’s voice suddenly reaches his ears via the receiver. Swallowing hard, Brian pauses, pushing his feelings down deep into his gut. “I’m fine.” “Everything went okay?” Carl pushes; his voice full of concern. Grinding his teeth for a moment, Brian flexes his jaw before forcing himself to breathe out normally. “Everything went as planned. Go call the dogs.” Hanging up, he tosses the phone aside and continues to speed down the empty street. What the hell had he done? Exhaling slowly, he reaches for the phone once again. Dialing, he calls Jerry. “It’s done.” ************************* LONDON: “I love it!” Molly states for the fifth time as she stares at her reflection in the mirror. The two siblings had returned to the hotel a few minutes earlier, and after ordering room service, Molly had decided to model her new look in front of the mirror. Justin smiles, glad to see his sister so happy. He had to admit, it did look kind of cute on her. “Don’t you just love it?” Molly asks, grinning ear to ear. “It’s not bad,” Justin says with a shrug. “Not bad?” She laughs, jumping on the jump, “I look awesome!” Justin laughs, glancing at the clock. His smile quickly fades as he notices the time. “What’s wrong?” Molly asks. “There aren’t any messages.” “So? He’ll call eventually.” Justin bites his lower lip. “It’s getting late… he said he had to do something in the evening…” “It’s technically still the evening,” Molly replies, climbing next to her brother. “It’s late.” “He’s okay, Justin.” Molly says confidently. “How do you know that?” “Because someone would have called us if he wasn’t.” She states matter-of-factly. Justin bites his thumbnail, still looking at the clock. “Justin, come on, don’t get all panicky.” “I’m not panicky,” Justin answers softly. “I’m just…” he stops himself. Looking at his sister, he forces a smile, “Don’t worry about me, Molly.” Taking her hand, he gives it a reassuring squeeze, “I know he’s fine. Hey, how about you go decide what you’re going to wear for your birthday party… it’ll have to go with your new ‘do, you know.” Molly brightens, “Oh my God, you’re totally right!” Jumping off the bed, she hurries into her room, shutting the door behind her. Closing his eyes, Justin exhales slowly. “Please… please be okay, Brian…”