7:15 p.m.

[i]Another day, another dime.[/i] Carrie groaned as she punched out, her feet in agony and her nose even worse. [i]Why can't they at least wait until the late night to get pass out in your own vomit drunk?[/i] The former superhero shook her head and began the walk home.

7:30 p.m. Carrie struggled into her parents' house, soaking wet. A downpour had opened up halfway home, leaving her soaked and adding to her misery. She idly tossed her jacket on the coffee table, then flipped on the TV. [i]Let's see what's on the old idiot box tonight.[/i]