<strong>Sunset</strong><br/><br/>As Alan sat, gently holding Carrie's ankles in preparation for sudden motion, he seemed lost in thought for several moments, not really paying attention to anything that anyone had just said to him, or was saying to him at the moment. Suddenly, he looked up at Mary, and said "Doc, I presume you already know this, but I think she's going to need more than what you've got, if you catch my meaning." He became sullen and focused. In his mind he was feeling bad for Carrie. He began to understand that what she was going through was related in some way to what he had just experienced, except in her case, it appeared to be a constant din whirling in her mind. Although he appeared to be staring at nothing, his mind was racing with empathetic thoughts of her condition. How could he possibly handle that kind of madness?<br/><br/>"Hey, little sister, listen, we're going to do everything we can to try to help you, okay, I know you want to sleep but you can't do that all the time, I'm sorry. Is there anything else that we can get you that might help you feel better. "<br/><br/>As he spoke the words, his train of thought changed direction. He looked again to Mary. "So, you were here with those before us. It sounds like they didn't make it. I am sorry for the loss of Carrie's father and his friends. Perhaps, when you have some time, you would be so kind as to tell us what they were like. At least I would like to know what I can."<br/><br/>He turned to attempt to address everyone. "We should all consider getting some shut eye ourselves."<br/><br/><br/>