<strong>Sunset</strong><br/><br/>Alan nodded in agreement as he saw the envelope being placed on the table. "Be careful, all of you." He wasn't even considering asking for her number, but he did smile slightly at the jest. He returned his eyes to Carrie.<br/><br/>"Mary, can you get her to a hospital or a clinic or something?" After changing to be behind the head of the cot to continue to watch over her for a while longer, he ran his hand gently over Carrie's forehead, viewing her with a pained look as he listened to her speak.<br/><br/>"I sort of have the same power that Carrie has. . . visions I mean;  and the message isn't good. She needs everything she can get, sooner, rather than later." His attention turned to Mary.<br/><br/>"A robbery at the museum? Bones are missing? Who would want bones?" He looked over at the box of bones sitting in the empty booth,  and he stared silently for a moment.<br/><br/>"Our situation may be about to get worse."<br/><br/><br/>