<strong>Sunset, One week previous</strong><br/><br/>So far, Bill seemed to be ignoring or withstanding the effects of the morphine.  Perhaps he had a sort of tolerance, or perhaps he was simply superlatively focused.  However, as expected, once he let himself really sit down and relax, the effects started hitting him pretty hard.  He accepted the bottle gratefully.  "Ideally, it'd help if we can get her something in pill form, but if not, this will do great.  Thank you."<br/><br/>As Red started drifting off into dreams, Theo finally came back in, having caught most if not all of Carrie's random words and looking sympathetic.  Theo looked to Bill, who sighed and shrugged with a lackluster of any true emotion thanks to the morphine.  "Alright," Theo said.  "I just sort of...prayed for it.  That's been happening lately, we need something and it just occurs."  He gestured to the teenager on the bed.  "Carrie's got visions, in a similar way.  It's really rough because the more there are of people like us around, the worse she seems to get, until she starts spouting prophecies.  One time, she tried chloroforming herself, and..."  Theo went very quiet as Bill looked down to the ground.<br/><br/>"The money's yours," Bill said placidly.  "So is the statue."  Reading through the instructions, he gave Carrie's forehead a soft rub of reassurance, giving her a few drops to help her rest before returning the stopper.  "If you don't want any nightmares for the rest of your life, though, I suggest not asking any further."  When Carrie went slack, Bill took her hand, looking down to her with concern.  He was starting to have trouble talking; the adrenaline of the concern for his daughter was fading now that he could and did do something to make her pain stop.<br/><br/>"I marked your van," Theo told her.  "It says 'Healer,' so that if people have trouble later on, they know that it's safe to talk to you with things.  Hopefully we'll be here to explain that, but, well, you never know.  Before you, we tried hiring someone else who ended up flipping out, and Jackie died as a result."  He tried to gesture with his hands and explain.  "They make this sort of...black fire.  I don't really know how to explain it, but you saw what it can do."