<strong>Sunset</strong><br/><br/>Alan dropped the scalpel into his bag as soon as he saw Nadia lower her guard.  He slumped back down into the booth. At mention of his name, he waved his hand.  At the mention of coffee or tea, he stated:  "I'll sure take anything we've got in this place, but I'm still looking for the alcohol."  At that, he hastily picked himself back up again.<br/><br/>"That's it. I'm taking stock." Alan flipped to a new page in his notebook, and began surveying the place, mostly to see the available space, amenities, and supplies.<br/><br/>"Welcome to the club. We're playing a round of 'Shittiest Day.' care to throw in, while I actually figure out what we've got to work with around here? My story is short. My finest model turned into a walking corpse and tried to kill me. Now, she's nothing but ashes and dust. " He shrugged.<br/><br/>"Oh well."<br/>