<strong>Sunset</strong><br/><br/>Carrie lay quietly upon the bed, doing her best to fight a little bit longer in order to maintain the conversation and get to have just a normal chat for a while.  It didn't seem to be working very well; she was quickly fading into sleep as the ruhypnol hit her.  Soon her eyes were closed even though she tried to shift, and at the mention of the tomahawk, she managed to force one eye open a slit for a peek.  Her limb shifted but didn't seem to want to work properly as she shifted into slumber.<br/><br/>"Can we be friends?" she asked dreamily.  It sounded so pathetic of a question, but for one so used to being cooped up with hunters, performing her tasks as an oracle, unable to get regular meals or properly fitting clothes, the simple offer of a friend seemed so peaceful and beautiful.  No matter how Mary responded, however, Carrie likely wouldn't be able to process the answer at the moment.