Brian sat in the back of the cab. He was becoming more and more agitated. There were too many people around; too many faces to look at. And being that it was dark and raining made it even harder to focus. “Fuck!” “How do they look like again?” The driver asks. Groaning, Brian describes their features for the fifth time. This was hopeless. “Just turn here,” he mutters. It felt like they were driving in circles for hours, even if it had only been a few minutes. Turning onto Lamberth Palace road, the driver asks, “Shall I drive over the bridge?” Brian looks ahead at the bridge coming up to his right and frowns, “Where does it take us?” “West, over to….” He trails off and slams his brakes. Horrified, they both watch as a car tumbles off the bridge… someone is falling out through the broken windshield, only to be sucked back into the car as it swallows him and splashes into the cold river below. “Justin.” The image hits Brian hard. He knows. He can feel it. Kicking open the door, Brian runs towards the pier, pushing past the shocked bystanders who continue to stand there screaming in horror at what they had just witnessed. Brian dives into the water. He knew it was Justin. Justin and Molly. They were in that car: he could fuckin’ feel it. The water was colder than he was expected, but Brian continues to swim towards the car that was quickly being submerged into the water. Screams could be heard, but he couldn’t make out to hear whether they were coming from the car or from the people around him. Suddenly, he sees someone climbing out of the backseat window. “Help us!” she screams. Brian swims faster, watching as Molly swims to the front of the car which has already begun to sink. “Oh God!! Justin!! Justin!!!” She starts to scream before going under the slow current. Fuck… no, oh God, no…..please, no… Brian makes it to the half-submerged car and swims downward. The water is murky, but Brian forces his eyes to stay open as he swims through the broken windshield to find Molly trying to tug Justin out. His leg was trapped between the steering wheel and Richard’s unconscious and bleeding seat-belt strapped body. Justin struggles along with his sister before pushing her away, telling her with his eyes to go above the water. She shakes her head with anger, but Brian can see she won’t be able to hold her breath much longer. Reaching her, Brian pulls her arm away. She jumps back, sees him and before anything else can be done, the cab driver appears and drags her away from the sinking car and back above the surface of the water. Brian quickly grabs onto the car’s stick gear in order to stay down. Peering under the seatbelt, he reaches for Justin’s foot and starts to push it upward with as much force as he could, while Justin’s tugs start to weaken… he was running out of oxygen. Grabbing Justin’s knee with both hands, Brian does what he would consider to be the unthinkable in any other circumstance: He roughly twists and pulls at his lover's knee: hard enough for the bone to break. Justin's leg immediately becomes limp and Brian roughly grabs him, pulling him up with him towards the river's surface. Justin’s body shakes uncontrollably as water fills inside his mouth. Brian continues to rush up to the surface, tightly holding Justin in his arms while his own lungs start to burn. The car had sunk considerably during their struggle and Brian hopes he can make it to the river’s surface before choking. Kicking furiously, he sees a light above and aims for it feverishly until finally his face hits the cold wind. Brian inhales sharply, coughing as he swims back to the pier with Justin’s unconscious body in his arms. Police cars and ambulances have arrived and someone helps Brian and Justin out of the water. “Justin?” Brian chokes, looking at Justin’s pale and drenched body. “Oh God, Justin?!” A paramedic moves Brian away and assesses the situation before beginning CPR. Brian sits there, unable to move: unable to look away. “Please…” is all he can say, and he is sure no one can even hear him. Seconds drag on and finally he hears the welcoming sound of harsh coughing as Justin convulses into a coughing fit before gasping several times. “Breath… just breath… you can do it,” Brian states, surprising himself as he moves beside his lover. Justin wheezes, looking over at Brian with dazed eyes until finally his breathing begins to normalize. “Molly?” he asks, his voice ragged and hoarse. “Your sister is going to be fine. She’s being assessed by emergency personal,” the paramedic calmly explains before gesturing to one of the ambulances. Justin slowly sits up with Brian’s help and gives a relieved sigh to see his sister sitting up on a stretcher, wrapped in a blanket and talking to the woman who was checking her eyes. Brian holds him tightly. He couldn’t speak. Justin was alive. He had almost lost him again. Closing his eyes, Brian vows that this would end once and for all: Justin and Molly would never have to run again.