It was dark and cold. ‘Brian?’ Justin tries to call out, but there is no sound. He tries again, but only his mouth opens and his lips move. Frustrated, he starts to run, but can’t see. Stumbling, he tries to reach for something, anything! The panic is deep in his chest and he falls to his knees, crawling to some unknown safety. Where was Brian? He needed him. He needed Brian. Justin’s eyes shoot open as he gasps for air. “Shit!” Looking around, he’s momentarily disoriented, until reality sets. He’s in a jet. Molly is sleeping across from him, her Ipod securely attached and preventing any disruptions from her obviously fitful sleep. He stares at his sister’s pained face and reaches out, whispering, “Molly? Molly, wake up. You’re having a nightmare.” Her frown deepens as she turns her face away from Justin’s hand. Suddenly, her blue eyes open. Justin swallows hard, “You okay?” She looks around, wiping the tears away from her eyes. “Molly?” Justin asks, trying to erase the anxiety from his own nightmare. She bites her lower lip, avoiding looking at her brother. Instead, she stares out the window. “Do you want to talk about?” He asks, already knowing the answer. “No,” she answers, still looking out the window. “Are we almost there?” Justin bites his own lip for a moment, studying his sister’s expression. Sighing, he gets up, “I’ll ask Al,” and regrettably goes to the cock pit. “Is Brian your boyfriend?” Al asks as soon as Justin sits down beside him. Justin is taken aback, “What?” He shrugs, putting down the beer that he had been drinking. “I heard you calling his name when you were sleeping.” “You were spying?” Taking note of the beer, Justin stands up, “You’re drinking? What the fuck? Are you trying to kill us all?! You can’t fly and drink at the same time!!” Al laughs, “Sure I can, see?” he takes another gulp before Justin snatches it from him and storms out. Molly looks up, “Are we almost there?” Justin stops. “Fuck!” With annoyance, he returns to the cock pit. Al chuckles, “Yes, Princess?” “Are we almost there?” Justin asks, refusing to look at the man. “Define almost.” Al snickers. “Fuckin’ shit,” Justin groans as he sits down next to the pilot. “How can you and my uncle be friends?” Al laughs, “I’ll try not to take that as an insult.” Justin exhales slowly. Maybe he was being too hard on the man. What? No fuckin’ way! Al smiles, patting Justin’s thigh, “Apology accepted.” Justin tries not to roll his eyes as he reminds himself of the fact that this man had saved them from certain death and was now flying them across the ocean to Loire, France. Molly walks in, “Your name is Al?” she asks. Her eyes are red and puffy. He smiles, extending his hand to her, “Sure is, Sweetheart. Don’t worry, we’ll be landing in about two hours or so.” “But we don’t have our passports,” Justin states, trying not to panic, especially not in front of his sister. Al shrugs, “Don’t worry about it.” “How can you say that?” Justin asks, his voice rising. “I have connections, Kiddies. Don’t worry. Your uncle knows some people too. When we land, just keep your heads away from the windows, got it?” Justin looks at the bottle of beer in his hand and quickly gulps the alcohol down. This was going to be the longest two hours of his life.