<strong>Sunset</strong><br/><br/>A few minutes went by as Carrie marked each of the windows with the chalk, retraced the semicircle at the door and searched through the place.  It seemed almost ritualized, something she did so repetitively that sometimes she barely seemed to be watching where she was going.  Only once she was done did she finally look up to reply to Nadia's comment.<br/><br/>"It doesn't hurt anymore," she said softly.  She still looked sorrowful, yet she didn't seem to be lying, as if she didn't mean herself.  "Beyond that, I don't know.  He's not one of the ones talking.  Sometimes it would help if they just left me be for a little while, though."  Her eyes were lightly scrunched, a good sign of a headache that only seemed to be getting worse and worse for her.  "It's hard when it's more than one person at a time.  It doesn't make as much sense.  Kind of like with music, sometimes I used to like to have two radios but it had to be the same type of song.  I need to lie down."  Without another word, she wandered off to go over towards a cot which she had set up, collapsing upon it and letting her eyes close.