It hadn't been a particularly pleasant evening. Instead of doing the sidekick thing, Carrie had paid Dinah a visit. Carrie couldn't help but pity her friend, stuck with two very young and suddenly very fatherless children. She'd done her best to boost Dinah's morale, though she'd known that her efforts had been mostly futile. If Carrie had been in Dinah's position, if it'd been Dick that had disappeared, she would have been inconsolable.
Carrie had played with the twins and offered herself to Dinah as a distraction. And then, after tucking the little ones in together and having a long talk in which she mostly let Dinah ramble and get out as much of her frustrations as she could, Carrie had headed home.
She headed straight for the bedroom - once Dick's bedroom, now their bedroom - and collapsed onto the bed for a few seconds. She rested her head on Dick's pillow. He was probably still out patrolling. As soon as he returned she planned to remind him that if he ever disappeared on her, there would be hell to pay. She dozed for what could have been an hour or a few minutes when the sound of someone else in the apartment woke her. She stretched. "Dickwing?"