<strong>Sunset</strong><br/><br/>Alan accepted the bottle with a smile. He drank down half of it, and offered it back. "I bet that was a hell of a show. I always did want to see your shows, but I never have any money" He paused. "How did you manage to avoid panic? I was lucky enough to just have one of the professors stumble in after I got rid of my. . . problem. He was distracted, and he's all about strange art projects, so I was able to bullshit him into thinking it was some lofty idea for a new piece and he wandered off. . . I'm a painter, you see, and I was working on my most recent project, when my... source material... changed. Thankfully, I finished the painting just before hand. I freaked, but I couldn't see my way around. Thankfully, I got an idea, from the painting, weird, right?  that they didn't like the light so much, so I yanked the drapes open and poof; she was just a pile of smelly ashes... Shame about that too. . . she was worth painting, I don't mind telling you that." A smirk passed his lips. "What was strange was that from the conversations I had with her, she may have had a family, though that seems contrary to what I have been able to comprehend from Carrie over there." He drank the remainder of the bottle.<br/><br/>"I also still have her phone on me. I was going to try taking a look at it after I get down the rest of my other thoughts. . .  "<br/><br/>