Time for Silence

KALLE

Kalle sat on the couch in the suite, staring blankly at the fireplace, trying desperately to keep her fear in check.

Visions of Shaw, that feverish light in his eyes kept flashing through her head—the terrible shifts in his voice. It was impossible to know when he was himself, and when he was under the influence of the voices…. Or maybe he was always himself, but he was being… urged? She didn't know, and she couldn't ask.

She'd almost given up on her grandmother arriving when the door jiggled, and she realized she'd left it locked.

A soft knock sounded on it as she hurried across the room to unlock and yank it open.

She didn't even give her grandmother time to say anything, just grabbed her hand and pulled her into the room, then leaned back out to see if anyone was there, or watching. But she couldn't see anyone.