Minutes passed where she gave no response to anything he said, no answer to his questions.  It seemed as if she might be considering answering him.  The problem was Charlotte only had vague recollections of a time when she didn't hear the two voices.  She wasn't quite sure exactly how she had acquired them.  There were memories of a man and a woman who loved her.  At least she thought they loved her.  The woman was stern and firm while the man was more kind and permissible.  Charlotte remembered going to church and listening to an angry man at the front yell and scream about sin and Hell.  She remembered that same angry man red-faced as he screamed in<i>her</i>face.  They weren't happy memories and recalling them agitated her.  Her hands began to clench slowly into fists, her green eyes narrowing slightly and her nostrils flaring.  Her toes, in the soft slippers the patients wore, began to tap on the tile floor, her knees bouncing up and down.  Oh how badly she wanted to get her hands on his cane.  Her eyes drifted downwards, calculating the strength in his grip.  No, he was much stronger than he appeared.<br/><br/><i>Not yet</i>,<i>Charlotte, </i>came the whisper in the dulcet tones of the female voice.<i>Wait, precious one.  There will be a better time,</i>said the male.  "They tell me to wait.  But you should not ask about them."  There was a quiet menace in the girl's voice.  "Every time I've talked about them, they give me medicine and tell me the voices aren't real.  But they are real.  I hear them in here."  Her right hand lifted, the first two fingers tapping her temple.  "Sometimes they put me in the straitjacket or the padded rooms.  Or both.” A short pause.  “I don't like that."<br/><br/>The atmosphere was charged as if the whole room was holding its breath.  Minny grabbed the prepared sedative and began to move towards the door.<br/><br/>"Just wait a minute," hissed Patty.  "King won't hurt her."<br/><br/>"I'm not worried about him hurting her.  I'm worried about her hurting him, you fool.  I<i>told</i>you this was a bad idea.  Now open the damn door."<br/><br/>But Patty did no such thing.  She was curious enough to let this scene play out a bit longer.  It had been a while since King had been this vocal and, well, she just didn't like Charlotte.  She blamed the girl for a reprimand she had received shortly after starting to work at the asylum.  Patty had deserved it though; she had left a pen on a table near Minny's doll baby.  Someone could have been seriously injured.  Minny let out a frustrated growl as she eyed her coworker.  She would have hit the unlock button herself but it was on the other side of Patty.  Precious seconds would be lost walking around to the other side of the woman.<br/><br/>The petite blonde turned in her chair to face the man sitting next to her.  Her face was an expressionless mask except for the faintest glimmer of excitement in her big green eyes.  "How did I come to be here?  No one's told you?"  She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.  "I killed my mother because Andrew and Agnes told me to."  Her eyes searched his face for a reaction as she sat back.