Carrie was smiling as she grabed her double sided staff and steped dainly thorugh the portal smiling wondering who she was going to find to protect. Hopefully he or she was nice and not rude or pigheaded, she woudn't like that. She steped out into a almost empty street. She shived and the wind blew her dress and a strange feeling fell over her causing her to tighten her grip on her staff. She moved along the street before seeing a girl about her late teen years carrying bags up some stairs. Carrie watched and the girl stoped up only to have one of the bags split ssending cans rolling everywhere. One rolled over to Carrie's feet and she bent over and picked it up. She straightened up and gasped seeing the girl's face. This girl was in grat danger and she needed to protect her. She knew by her looks she had to protect her.  "I'm Carrie and um, I know this is going to sound weird and very crazy but you will soon be in grave dnager and well I need and want to protect you."<br/><br/>Rosalie was carrying in the groshies when she almost lost her balance only to have the bag split open. She shook he head thinking baout her past bending over and picking up the cans. She looked over to see a girl with a can in her hands. She walked over and tilted her head to the side but Rosalie was very open minded, "I'm Rosalie and well ok Carrie." She smiled and let her into the house not to sure what she should do. Rosalie was a very open minded person and belived what Carrie said. She was a trouble magnet, trouble seemed to find her. Little did she know she would be in grave danger.