The door is kicked open and Justin drops to the floor as the blinding light storms in with a vengeance. Bullets fly and Justin opens his mouth and after some time realizes that he’s screaming. No one hears him. People are yelling. Everything is loud. Eyes tightly shut; Justin closes his mouth until his jaw hurts. More yelling, ordering, screaming, more bullets… Covering his ears with his hands, Justin curls into a ball on the floor and just wishes for some silence. Around him there is chaos and he knows that somewhere, sometime… there will be quiet again and everything is will okay. Everything will be okay. Oh my God, is it really over? He isn’t sure when the chaos ends and when the silence starts, but he feels a familiar touch on his shoulder and then a welcoming voice. “Justin?” Opening his eyes, he can see his husband kneeling above him. Brian doesn’t need to say a word. He can see it all in his eyes. It’s over. It’s finally fuckin’ over. Right? Sitting up, Justin wraps his arms around his lover so tightly that he is sure that he must be causing some sort of discomfort to his husband, but at this point doesn’t care. They’re alive. They’re alive. They’re alive. They are alive. Justin won’t let go. And Brian doesn’t want him to either.