<strong>Sunset Parking Lot</strong><br/><br/>"I suppose I can wait just a bit longer. Just a warning though, I've only got one room for one passenger, so it would be helpful if you had a vehicle. I'd hate to have to go borrow the Band's Van." Nadia motioned to the stingray in the nearby alley. She was noticeably sullen, and though her mood could be attributed to the string of bad encounters the previous night, it had just as much to do with the fact that she wanted nothing more than to wash up. It had been years since she'd gone more than 24 hours without a shower, and she was currently on hour 32. Without another word, she reluctantly walked back towards the doorway without going in. She hesitated, torn between wanting to know what was happening and not wanting to cause Carrie pain. She pushed open the door and leaned against it, settling on a happy medium. She hoped that from outside the chalk line she could still hear what was being said, but wasn't close enough to be a nuisance to the girl.<br/><br/>She was in time to hear Sarah Jane go off on one of her barely understandable rants. One of the words she spoke sent chills down Nadia's spine. 'The forsaken' didn't sound like a good thing. It sounded like something else she'd have to kill.<br/><br/>She mused for a moment on that word now. 'Kill.' Was kill the right word if it was already dead?