<strong>Sunset</strong><br/><br/>Carrie held him tight, letting her tears slip out from her weary eyes, until the emotions were spent.  She felt soft and fragile, not quite getting enough to eat and probably lacking the sleep that one would expect.  She nodded at his words but didn't have a lot to argue.  Either she trusted him or she didn't care to try to prove him wrong.<br/><br/>Eventually, she released her grip upon him.  "You can stay here," she offered.  "It's not perfectly safe but it's safe enough."  With her father gone, she didn't have to stay up to rest for him, and she wanted to go back to sleep.  There were more than enough couches, makeshift beds and the like, with spots of shade to hide from the overly bright lights.  If he released her, she curled up upon her own space to rest and dream.