Brian rubbed his face in his hands. There were too many people in his office. Too many people talking too damn much and he couldn’t focus on a damn word anyone was saying. Cynthia was trying to read off the schedule changes he had asked her to make. There was no fuckin’ way he would meet any clients today, he just couldn’t. Michael was talking almost as fast as Emmett, and Ben was trying to get everyone calm. Unfortunately, no one could hear him over Debbie’s hysteria… which almost sounded song-like when countered with Michael and Emmett’s incessant chatting over what needed to be done. Ted was trying to talk but his voice was completely drowned out. In fact, the only people who weren’t talking were Brian and Daphne. The reason Daphne wasn’t talking however was because she was text messaging everyone and possibly their mothers in order to figure out where Justin and Molly could be. Leaning back against the chair, Brian stares at the ceiling. He remembered the few times Justin would sneak into his office (with Cynthia’s help) for “lunch.” Smiling softly, he could still feel Justin’s delicious mouth on his own. Opening his eyes, he wonders how long would it be until he forgot how those lips tasted. He rubs his face again, trying to block out all the sounds echoing off the walls of his office. He needed to find Justin. Sitting here was making him crazy. He couldn’t fuckin’ stand it. Where was Justin? Was he lost? Was he hurt? Was Molly hurt? My God, what hell they must be going through. Did they have anyone? Anyone at all? Everyone was dead. Every single Taylor was dead…right? Was there anyone that wasn’t killed? Straightening up in his chair, Brian tries to think, which was virtually impossible with all the chaos around him. Jennifer was an only child and her parents had died years ago. But what about Craig’s side? Was there anyone else? Justin had cousins… he remembered Justin had mentioned that a cousin had visited him when he was recovering in the hospital after the bashing. A cousin… what was his name? For the life of him, he couldn’t remember. Picking up his phone, he quickly calls Carl’s cell phone. After the second ring, Carl’s voice cuts through, “Hovarth.” Brian throws his name plate across the room. It slams hard against the wall, causing everyone in the room to stop speaking immediately. Sighing, Brian knows he has no time to enjoy this moment of silence. “Carl, it’s Brian. Justin had a cousin… two or three of them, I believe. I can’t remember their names---” “Abigail, Trevor and Jeremy.” Carl answers, and his voice tells Brian that there is more information behind those names. “Have you found them?” Brian asks, his heart stopping for a brief moment. Carl pauses, then speaks quietly, “They’re dead.” Fuck. Brian closes his eyes. “Fuck.” Carl sighs loudly. “There’s more, Brian.” Brian doesn’t like his tone and quickly feels the floor giving way below him as he steadies himself in his chair. “What happened?” “The Taylor cabin… it was burnt down.” “Oh God,” Brian says aloud, unable to let his mind and body register the words. “The damage… it’s bad, Brian. Abigail was found shot a few feet away from the wreckage.” “Was… was anyone…” Oh God, oh God, please no… Was anyone inside the cabin?” Brian keeps his eyes closed, unable to look at the faces staring back at him. Carl pauses again, “It’s too soon to tell. I’m sorry Brian, the damage is just so extreme… it looks as if there were several explosions inside of the cabin that went off simultaneously. If anyone was in the cabin, they would have died instantly.” Brian slowly brings the phone back down to its cradle. This wasn’t happening. This could not be happening. Slowly, he rests his head against his desk. He couldn’t even cry if he wanted to.