<strong>Sunset</strong><br/><br/>Carrie spent hours in explanations, doing her best but never seeming to make a great deal of sense, until the new arrival came inside.  She seemed rather frantic for him to explain, always worrying about running out of time.  She made various sketches as she talked, handing them over to him.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.yourbars.com.au/static/media/x600/138103_131008_monastry_interior_1_copy.jpg)</div><br/>The door was left unlocked, and the interior of the old nightclub was quite clean, taken care of and most importantly, brightly lit.  A number of the lounges had been set with pillows, newspapers were carefully piled in certain areas.  It was difficult to shake the feeling that this place was lived in, even now, although its current occupants knew how to take good care of their home.<br/><br/>Upon walking inside, a semicircle had been drawn upon the floor in chalk; although it didn't seem to hold any special significance in and of itself, it was impossible to enter inside without passing over the chalk.<br/><br/>A blonde teenage girl (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=114213.msg5007689#msg5007689) sat at a booth, chatting with Alan.  She looked up at the new arrival, staring a bit worriedly at her.  Leaving the last uncompleted sketch on the table for him, she stood up and watched the new girl.  "I'm Carrie," she said.  "You must be new."