The Doctor followed the little girl into was it appeared to be a hospital room, "Charlotte? Charlotte Marcus?"
The little girl was nonresponsive and went to the patient in the bed, "We're too late." She started to cry.
The Doctor went over to the patient, turning out to be the blood-covered man. "Who are you?" He whispered. "Charlotte?"
Tears were running down the girl's face, "Hmm?"
"Who is this man?"
"Charlotte, don't you tell this man anything!" Charlie ran into the room, alerting the Doctor.
"Charlie? What are you doing? What is this place?" The Doctor asked.
"It's none of your business. Come on, Charlotte, I'm taking you out of here. You don't need to see this." Charlie picked up the young girl and started to head out the door.
The Doctor blocked her exit, "Charlotte Marcus, you are not telling me something. Something important. Something to do what that man in the bed."
Charlie turned and saw the bed, empty, "What man?"
The Doctor went to the bed. Charlie was right, it was empty. "The man that was…" He turned and Charlie and the girl were gone. "Charlie…"
"Kids these days are so concerned of their privacy." The blood-covered man laughed as he leaned against the wall.
"Who are you?" The Doctor asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know. Chuckie and I have a past of some sort. We were very close."
"That girl, Charlotte, and these places, were in her memories. Her mind, in fact. You brought us inside Charlie's head."
"Bingo, Doctor." The man clapped his hands, "Chuckie is hiding something, something that I believe that should be out in the open. But that girl is so stubborn. She'll do anything to keep her good friend, the Doctor, from finding out."
"You're helping me?"
"I'll try to. But this is Chuckie's mind, she can do anything. She'll try shut me out, but Chuckie knows herself that she doesn't have that kind of power."
"Shouldn't you be bothering someone else besides him?" Charlie appeared out of nowhere. "I want you gone. Both of you!"
"Charlie, what is going on? You need to tell me."
"I'm sorry, Doctor. Everybody has skeletons in the closet, but this one prefers to stay deep in the closet. You, out!" Charlie pointed to the man.
"Fine, but I'll be back, Chuckie." He disappeared.
"Joy." Charlie groaned.
"Chuckie? Does he mean you?"
"No, he's referring to the mass-murdering doll. Of course, he means me!"
"You're called Chuckie? If I had the choice, I'd call you Charlie over that. But I still like Charlotte."
"Well, your decisions aren't made around here. Besides, I hate being called Chuckie! Why do think I let people call me Charlie? Listen, I really don't want to go into this, you should go."
"Where? I'm trapped in here with you, Charlotte. Inside your own mind. What that man told me is you both have a past together, and something hidden that should be shared. What are you hiding, Charlotte Marcus? What is so important to you?"
"Just leave me alone. I don't want to talk about it, some things are better left unsaid."
"Charlotte…"
"Doctor, you're a good man and I trust you. But this is something I can't allow you to know. I'm sorry. It's for the best."
"For who?"
"Me." Charlie closed her eyes and disappeared.
"Where did she go?" The little girl came back into the room.
"Gone. She really doesn't me to know what you…uh, she is hiding. I don't know where to start."
"I'll help you. You seem like a nice man, besides you're just like him." Charlotte held the Doctor's hand.
"Charlotte, you know who this man is?"
"Mm-hmm." Charlotte nodded her head.
"Who is he?"
"He promised me not to say until she comes out with the truth. He likes it when Charlie tells people about him. Which doesn't happen very much."
"Hmm. Come on, little Charlotte. Let's go find out what is troubling Charlie."