<br/><br/><strong>Arriving at Sunset, One week previous</strong><br/><br/>"I could tell you," Bill said solemnly, "but I doubt you really want to know.  I can tell because I don't want to know."  He seemed to consider it a kindness not to say.  "By the way, can you get medication to knock someone out for a short time?  My daughter has these tremendous headaches sometimes, and they're only getting worse."  He started to fish around in his pockets.  "I'm not sure what I can give you for them, but if you find something, I'll try to make some sort of deal.  Otherwise, if you don't have any right now, you can always drop by."<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img221.imageshack.us/img221/3757/safehaveny.jpg)</div>The club was clearly abandoned, with all the windows boarded up and another of those strange symbols spraypainted upon the side of the building.  It probably had some sort of meaning, but one could only imagine simply by looking at the set of lines and dots.  It was certainly clear that they had no legal rights to the place.<br/><br/>The strangest part, however, came when Red was slid out from the van.  Theo released his arm, and Red certainly looked beat up, but he had two working arms and legs.  The limbs which he hadn't possessed just fifteen minutes ago looked stiff, weak and sore, strangely perfect and devoid of scars as if he had simply grown them back.  Theo just couldn't stop grinning.<br/><br/>When Bill got out and took a look, he raised an eyebrow.  Theo just shrugged, his grin plastered thickly enough to show his molars, and Bill shrugged as well, looking back to Mary.  "Guess he wasn't as bad as it looked before."  Red still looked horrendous, but the black of the charred wounds showed a strong amount of blue from simple bruises as well.  "Let's just get him inside."<br/><br/>