<strong>Sunset</strong><br/><br/>As the pain continued on and on, Carrie started to give up, looking to Alan with a pained but submissive nod as he asked her not to take more medication.  It was hard to tell what she was thinking, if she was thinking anything at all, but she only seemed to be picking up bits and pieces right now.  "The child swings...something..." she said, not quite able to make it all out.  "Please bring some pizza; there's a fridge behind the bar."<br/><br/>Mary's careful attentions made her smile, reaching out to take her hand.  "They're supposed to be sleeping, but it's alright if people want to display them, dig them up and remember.  It's been so long, people probably weren't even there."  Mary's attempt at prayers, however, seemed to confuse her.  "Do you want me to pass on a message?  I can try, but I don't know.  It's hard to tell sometimes, but I don't think they can hear you, since they never talk about you."  She seemed to be missing about half of the current conversation.