King smiled. "Don't worry, Minny. The moment Charlotte shows me I am not welcome I will leave. I have no intent of upsetting the doll baby." He inclined his head gratefully, then turned to shuffle over to where Charlotte sat. He pulled a seat up next to her, also facing the television, and sat down with a relieved sigh.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry for intruding," he told her quietly. "I know this is what they say is your recreational time. I'm sure you cherish it as much as you can." He paused to see if she would react, then continued, turning his eyes from her to the TV screen. "My name is... well. It doesn't really matter what my name is. People call me King. I find it to be a bit on the silly side, myself, but the name's stuck so far no matter what I do to buck it." He chuckled softly. "Funny, the ways they find to cope with what they don't understand... strange, that they call<i>us</i>crazy." He paused again, then sighed. "Forgive me. This will go much better if I make a simple... adjustment."<br/><br/>King's eyes closed, and from where he sat he reached<i>out</i>, not with his hand or his body but with his mind, his feelings, stretching them across the space between him and her. It didn't always work when he tried this. Some weren't receptive, sometimes the dosage was too strong, sometimes he was simply too weak, but he felt good today, and whatever had drawn him here demanded that he at least try. With the energy of his spirit alone he reached out, into the thick haze that smothered her awareness and her self. He dug tendrils like fingers into it and with all the will he could muster he<i>pulled</i>, trying to tear it away, to yank the forced dullness of the medication to recede so that he could talk to whoever lay beneath.