<div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Sarah Black<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Burning down an art gallery<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Deli<br/><strong>Tagging: Phaedra,Tim, Brazil, Natalie others in group 2</strong>-<br/><hr/><br/>Tim's glare scared the hell out of Sarah and she slowly backed away. Luckily he seemed to quickly get wrapped up in his own little monologue calling on God. Sarah tried to keep the smirk off of her face as she was pretty sure that if there was a God he wasn't on their side. She slowly crept upstairs, afraid to draw the attention of the big crazy man and found a quite place to sit down. She stared off into space as she thought about things. She rummaged around the office and grabbed a pen and paper then began making a list of things that she needed answers to.<br/><br/>1) Why do at least some (probably all) of us hear 2 voices?<br/>2) Do the voices tell each of us the same things?<br/>3)<span class="bbc_u">What do the voices want?</span><br/><br/>She underlined number 3 as it felt really, really important.<br/><br/>4) Can they control us? Is any of this our fault?<br/>5) Who set fire to the library?<br/>6) Why is it only us that hear the voices?<br/><br/>She stared at her list, nibbling on the end of the pen as she did, her mind racing with the implications...