<strong>Sunset</strong><br/><br/>Once he got the chance to look over the girl by moving closer, she was dressed in a faded purple T-shirt and jeans that were a size too small.  Her hands were clean but calloused, and a feather duster laying nearby suggested that she was the cause of everything being so clean in this area.<br/><br/>"That's what my father always said," she replied, her voice gentle but uncertain.  "He's dead now, isn't he?"  Her body started to tremble with fear.  "Did he burn, or did he get ridden?  Is it ever going to stop for him?  He doesn't deserve to be a horse like that!"  The girl clearly has issues, although it's hard to tell just how deep they run.  Then again, having dealt with things like this for so long, it almost seemed natural that she would have some problems.