Alfred sighed and patted her shoulder gently. He was surprised she went under that quickly; he probably needn't have used the sedative. Apparently all she had needed was an excuse to pass out. Alfred covered Carrie with a blanket before straightening things up. Then, as he had promised, he called Master Dick.
"Grayson-Kelly residence."
"Hello, Master Dick."
"Hey, Alfred. What's shaking?"
"Miss Carrie is recovering from a misadventure in the subway. You may want to move her to a spare bedroom. She's not likely to wake up."
"Is she all right?"
"She's as well as one can expect, yes. She would be better if not for the fact that--"
"She's Carrie, yeah. I'll be right over. Thanks, Alfred."
"Think nothing of it." He hung up the phone and pressed his hand to her forehead. "Feel better, Miss Carrie."