<strong>Sunset</strong><br/><br/>Carrie continued to sleep gently, the drugs keeping her out, her dreams making her eyes shift and looking as peaceful and relaxed as she ever had been.  The tomahawk lay nearby as well, inches from Carrie's fingertips, her listless fingers reaching in the object's direction but not quite reaching.  If allowed, she would likely sleep until morning, which didn't seem a terrible prospect at all given that morning was only a few hours away.