<strong>Sunset - Sunday Morning</strong><br/><br/>Though she appeared to keep her composure outwardly, Nadia's fingernails had dug into her palms as the fireman burst in behind her. She'd spun around to face him, but he seemed to already realize his mistake. She relaxed her fists leaving deep crescent indentations in each of her hands. As he crossed the club and embraced Carrie, Nadia simply shrugged and mused aloud. "Another 'friend'?"<br/><br/>To be honest, she had had enough excitement, and was looking forward to a bit of retail therapy. She wasn't waiting for a response, and since Carrie had already marked her she had no reason to stay any longer. Shrugging, Nadia addressed the newcomer and then the whole of those gathered in the club. "Whoever you are, I'm Nadia Simone, and I'm out of here. If anyone else is coming, follow me."  As an afterthought, she added. "I'd suggest that you guys don't pester the prophet. For those of you too dense to notice, when there's too many of us around, she doesn't feel too great."<br/><br/>Nadia turned on her heel and marched towards the exit, and threw open the door. bright sunlight streamed in, framing her silhouette in gold. She paused to wait and see if anyone else intended to follow her, but also to breathe in the fact that despite the terrible night they'd just had, the sun did still rise this morning.