The sky grew dark with the start of a winter storm as those inside the Library gathered around the refreshment table. Again, a voice spoke within the deep confines of their minds though this was very different from the one they'd heard just moments before. It was a very distinct tone that spoke, now, and the words were very far from calm. Clearly male, and were one to guess, that subtle hint of a smoker came through. That rough scratchy noise where sounds with 'H' or 'W' may have that push. Some may even mistake it for a light growl, were they so inclined.<br/><br/>“Look at those people good and hard. You’re stuck with them, now.” Loud yet soft, a whispering shout, “Need to be ready, too. No telling when one of these crazies might flip their shit and try to stab you, or suddenly think fire’s a good idea.” Paranoid, suspicious, “And that doctor, something's... fishy. I wouldn’t listen to her. I’d just pretend to listen. Let her think you’re trying real hard to<em>change</em>... and when the time comes, RUN! Even if you get better, she wont let you go. She wont. Everyone here knows that. Everyone<em>here</em>knows that!”<br/><br/>The gruff voice had gone as abruptly as it had arrived, the silence left behind was filled with the stillness of the night as the setting sun triggered the hum of florescent lights.