Brian, Justin and Molly meet Carl downstairs at the hotel’s Rotunda Lounge for breakfast. Getting up quickly, Carl immediately pulls both Justin and Molly into a tight embrace, “Jesus, I’m so glad you kids are okay.” Justin and Molly both force a smile, mumbling a thanks before sitting down. “Hungry?” Carl asks, noticing the tension at the table. Molly shrugs. Justin mumbles something that sounds like ‘sure,’ and Brian grunts. “Oookay then,” Carl comments before looking at the menu. Sighing, Justin glances over at Molly, who is avoiding his gaze at all costs. “So is someone going to tell me what happened?” Carl asks, not bothering to look up from his menu. “Our parents were murdered,” Molly deadpans, “What more do you want to know?” Brian opens his mouth to say something, but decides it might be better to order some coffee instead. Getting a waiter’s attention, he asks, “I’d like some coffee, please. Justin, do you want coffee?” Justin nods his head. He wasn’t in the mood to speak, especially after the exchange he just had with Molly before meeting Brian at the elevator. She was still convinced that not only would Justin leave her for Brian, but that Justin was putting their lives in jeopardy by meeting Carl. By the time Justin and Molly met Brian in front of the elevator, both Taylors were internally fuming and neither said a word the entire flight down to the lobby. Molly speaks up, “I’d like a glass of orange juice.” Carl glances up, “Coffee for me, thanks.” “Anything else?” The waiter asks. Justin skims the menu, “Molly, what do you want to eat?” She huffs, looking out the window towards the River Thames and Westminster Bridge. Rolling his eyes, he looks over at the waiter with a smirk, “She’ll have the scrambled eggs with bacon.” “No I won’t!” she practically shrieks. Pouting, she looks at the waiter and replies, “I’ll like a bagel with cream cheese and pancakes, please.” Justin tries not to chuckle. He knew how much his sister hated eggs as well as bacon. Smiling, he continues, “I’ll have the pancakes as well.” “Make mine french toast instead,” Molly interjects. Carl looks over at Brian. Sighing, Brian resigns, “I’ll have the miraval omelette.” Nodding, Carl replies, “I’ll have the sweet potato and ham hash.” Once the server leaves, Carl comments, “Everything okay between you too?” “We’re fine,” Justin and Molly both reply in unison. Brian exhales slowly and wonders where the hell his coffee is. “Alright then,” Carl begins as he clears his throat, “Let’s just start from the beginning then.” Justin leans back against the chair. He didn’t want to deal with this. Not now, not ever. “Do we have to do this now? I mean, can’t we just eat our fuckin’ meal in peace?” Finally, Molly begins to smile. Carl leans forward, “Justin, I know this is hard for you kids…” “You don’t know shit,” Justin counters, his voice calm and in control. Molly straightens up in her chair. “We don’t want to talk about it, Detective Hovarth.” Carl comments, “You can call me Carl, Molly.” “Whatever,” she replies, “Where’s the food? I’m hungry.” Carl frowns, reminding himself that Molly is twelve. Justin glances towards the kitchen, “Have a little patience, Moll.” Brian rubs his forehead. At least the siblings were talking again. Spotting the server at another table, he gestures him over, “Can I make my coffee Irish?” The man gives an empathetic nod, as if he can feel the tension from the table from where he is standing. Sighing, Brian closes his eyes. “When are you leaving?” Molly asks to Carl, though Brian can feel her eyes shift on him. Justin immediately tenses, but says nothing. Instinctively, Brian takes hold of Justin’s hand under the table and gently squeezes. “Once I get some answers, I can report back to my precinct.” Carl explains. “Why do they care?” Molly asks, crossing her arms. “We’re not going back there.” Justin swallows hard and is thankful when their drinks arrive. He quickly takes a sip of Brian’s toddy, focusing on the burn it gave going down his throat. Carl sips his coffee, “It’s procedure, Molly. We need to know what happened.” “You know what happened,” Justin argues back, “Everyone was shot in the head.” He leans back against his chair again, fighting the wave of nausea that was approaching him. “Yes, but you and your sister survived. We want to know why and how--” Carl begins. “Are you shitting me?” Justin asks, trying to repress his outrage in a public place. “What are you trying to say? That because Molly and I aren’t dead, you think…what? What the fuck do you think?!” Carl lifts his hands up in surrender, “We just want some clarification, Justin. No one is saying anything.” Justin shakes his head, “Fuck this, Carl. Fuck this.” Carl looks over at Brian with a silent plea. Brian shifts his gaze for a moment, taking a long gulp of his coffee. “Justin, maybe you should just shut up and let Carl talk for a moment?” “You’re taking his side?” Justin asks, incredulous. “There are no sides,” Brian answers trying not to sound as exasperated as he felt. “I’m just saying that Carl flew over the ocean to find you, so just listen to him.” “Fine.” Justin replies, his voice so harsh that everyone at the table jumps. Brian closes his eyes. He had tried to calm Justin’s fears earlier that morning after the shower, but obviously Justin's chat with his sister had stirred up the anxious feelings once more. “Sunshine, Carl is not the enemy.” “No, but people he works with probably are,” Molly jumps in. Everyone is silent. The server returns with the food and other than a soft ‘thanks’ to him, no other words are expressed for several minutes. “Alright,” Carl begins, “Let’s make a deal.”