I know that you people are waiting to her about what happened but, all will be revealed soon.

I followed Murdoch to where Char was. She was calm. Most unlike her. Her mind was confused and quite scared. I understood that. Murdoch walked in and explained what was going to happen to Dr. Roberts. Char glanced my way and jumped out of her seat.

"Ms. Vinnia."

Char was pressed up against the glass.

"Hello, Char." She giggled.

"Am I in trouble?"

"Oh no. The nice detective just wants to ask you some questions."

She danced back to her seat. This was normal behavior for her. I had gotten used to it. Murdoch gestured for me to come in. Char giggled at the sight of me.

"Now, Char. Do you remember what we talked about a week ago?"

She continued to giggle. Murdoch and DR. Roberts looked confused. Girlie was in control.

"Girlie? Do you know me?"

Girlie looked at me and smiled. "Of course. You're Ms. Vinnia."

"Yes, I am. Do you remember the last time we spoke?"

Her mind became warped. Someone else was in control. "No." She snapped.

Maddie. Maddie hated me for some reason. I never did figure out why.

"You were a fool to let him go. A FOOL!" She screamed. She glanced at the glass. George. She glanced from me to him.

"Maddie-"

"I ask the questions!"

I suddenly became very worried. I never told her anything about George but, she could have gotten some of my memories from me going through her mind to calm her whenever she had an outburst.

"He doesn't know does he?" She danced over to the glass. "You don't know." She sang.

"Maddie, please sit down." I sternly said. I didn't want her to possibly bring George out of the trance.

"I know everything. Wasted. July 5th, 1896."

The day of the incident. I never told anyone about that. Not even Murdoch.

"Our happy lovers were out on a stroll-"

I grabbed her and forced her back in her chair.

"You know nothing about that day! Nothing!"

"I know everything."

"Ms. Smith, please."

Murdoch escorted me out of the room. I watched her behind the glass becoming calm again.

"I'm sorry Detective. I can't be of any more help. Maddie hates me."

"What happened on July 5th, 1896?" George asked.

No one was allowed to tell him. No one ever did.

"May I leave?"

Murdoch nodded. I left in a wave of emotions overpowering me. I took the back alleyways to get back home with tears streaming down my face.