<strong>Sunset - Sunday Morning</strong><br/><br/>Watching Carrie with the chalk seemed almost ritualistic in nature.  Each window, door and loose board was marked with careful and elaborate sigils, arcane designs which could mean anything or nothing.  She marched her way around the perimeter, circling around each table, chair and couch in a strange manner that seemed to bring its own way around, almost a dance that seem to make patterns all its own.<br/><br/>It didn't take overly long until she finished up, grabbing two glasses of water and getting Mary some of the pizza as well.  It wasn't hot, but Carrie either enjoyed or was well-accustomed to leftovers.  "Only one more night of the full moon," she said a bit forlornly.  "I think we're running out of time to get more reinforcements."