Brian, sprawled across the bed, smoking a cigarette, watches Justin dress and wonders just how quickly he can strip Justin out of them. “Don’t even think about it,” Justin teases as he pulls on his jeans. “What?” Brian asks, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray. “I know that look, Bri,” Smiling, he pulls on a black, long sleeve shirt. “I can’t help it: You’re sex on legs, Justin.” He replies with a hungry grin. “Look who’s talking!” Justin says laughing, fighting the blush that was taking over from Brian’s compliment. Frowning suddenly, Justin looks at his watch. “It’s five thirty. Do you think Carl is back?” Brian shrugs, pulling out his cell phone, “He has my number. He’ll call.” Justin nods, biting his lower lip in pensive thought. “Do you think he’s okay?” Nodding again, Brian sits up, “I can call him.” Justin shakes his head, “No, it’s okay. I’m going to talk to Molly.” Brian starts to dial anyways, “Okay, I’ll knock the door when I’m done.” Without a word, Justin knocks on the adjoining door. When no one answers, he opens it and whispers, “Molly? Are you awake?” Closing the door behind him, he goes over to the bed, “Moll?” Pulling back the tangled covers, he is surprised to find the bed empty. “Molly?” He walks over to the bathroom and knocks the door, “Molly, are you okay?” He is met with more silence. Knocking again, he turns the knob and opens the door. The bathroom is empty. Don’t panic, Justin tells himself as he opens the front door into the hallway. He calls out again, “Molly?” Oh fuck, please tell me she wouldn’t… she couldn’t… He runs towards the stairwell and speeds down the flights of stairs until he reaches the lobby. Spotting the concierge, he asks, “Have you seen my sister?” The man smiles, “Yes, Miss Molly Taylor, of course: she left the hotel about twenty minutes ago.” “Alone?!” Justin nearly screams. “Yes. Is there a problem?” The man asks with concern, but instead of replying, Justin runs out the hotel door in sheer panic.