<strong>Sunset</strong><br/><br/>"An abandoned warehouse on 104th street.  I don't know the address.  Look for the red van outside."<br/><br/>Carrie simply slept, the tomahawk laying just where it had been upon her bed.  She didn't even seem to stir beyond breathing and her REM; the real chance to sleep kept her caught tight in its clutches, more proof that she badly needed rest.