<strong>Sunset</strong><br/><br/>Alan looked up from his sketching into the questioning eyes. "Nadia right? If you ask me, no, she's not quite all there, but, then again, after what we've seen I'm surprised we're in as good of shape as we are." He paused and looked around a little, still slumped over the notebook. "What's bizarre I think is that only a few people actually even notice somethings going on. While I was getting here, I just felt so on edge for the people that were just sitting there, oblivious. . . And, now I sit here, oblivious.  Even while knowing, I don't know. . . I may have an idea, but I need to flesh it out a bit first.  It seems like we're still waiting for people right?  He glanced around to the shelves behind the bar looking to see if they happened to have any alcohol left from whenever it was that this place was still in business. At least this place is in decent shape, at least, in better shape than any other place I've been..." He continued scanning the shelves to see if there might by any luck be a selection.