Remember Me Brian rubbed his eyes. How could Justin add this much stress to his day when he wasn’t even here? Sighing, he gets up and heads towards Cynthia’s desk just as she is returning with lunch. “Cynthia,” he begins, pressing the bridge of his nose, “If you see Justin Taylor, please send him to my office immediately.” Cynthia frowns. It’s rare to ever hear the word ‘please’ out of Brian’s mouth, so she knows this must be serious. “Sure thing.” Nodding, he takes the bag that he assumes is his own lunch that she picked up for him, and returns to his office, closing the door behind him. The same sense of dread that he momentarily felt when he found Justin’s phone had returned. What the hell was going on? Justin seemed fine this morning. He seemed fine the day before as well. What had happened to change all that? What made Justin drop his phone in the stairwell? And why is Detective Carl Hovarth looking for him? And why does Brian Kinney give a damn? Well that answer was obvious. Frustrated, he sits back down at his desk, only to stand up once again to look out the window. Where the hell was Justin?