<strong>Sunset</strong><br/><br/>Alan was only mildly shocked by the placement of the skull, he rather bemusedly examined it before Nadia swept it into the box with the rest of the remains. He was glad that Carrie was able to sleep, and even more glad of the prospect of having someone to discuss the situation with. He began speaking "You know. . ." sadly, he didn't get the chance to continue as a knock came at the door. He saw Nadia go for the door, and he glanced behind him to see if Carrie stirred, however he must have done so at the same time as Nadia, for their eyes did not meet to 'discuss' options. Alan instead watched her stand at the door.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It's open. Come on in." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He reached into his bag and palmed the scalpel as he stood. He kept the tool hidden from view, his hand still inside the messenger bag. Regardless of the result, he pondered, this would be informative. It was either a fresh face to add their experiences, or he would get to see if Carrie's chalk doodles actually did anything. He also considered briefly that it was invited in, which was never good in the case of folk stories.<em>At least they had the courtesy to knock.</em>he thought.<br/><br/><br/><br/>