She was utterly taken aback by his assessment of the situation.  In all the years she had been locked away, not one single doctor had ever tried to determine who was suffering.  Then again why would they?  No one ever believed that the voices in her head were anything other than a figment of her imagination.  Nevertheless, his pointed question made her pause to consider what he was asking.<br/><br/>Just as she was formulating scattered thoughts into something resembling an answer, he began to change.  Right before her eyes, a glorious being began to appear.  Both hands lifted to rub at her eyes.  She had never hallucinated before but perhaps there was a first time for everything.  When her hands dropped and her eyes opened, nothing had changed other than the fact that he now had wings.  Large, beautiful wings that she very badly wanted to touch but something told her this wonderful being before her would not appreciate that.<br/><br/>Her eyes flicked up and to the left while her head canted towards the right, lips parting slightly in amazement.  Wide green eyes moved back to meet his as she leaned forward.  "Michael," she whispered, "they know it's you.  They want me to tell you that you know who they are.  You just have to remember.  Can you remember back that far? Back through the eons?"  He needed to remember.  Speaking their full names out loud was always something Charlotte was reluctant to do, for reasons even she did not understand.