The next morning Diana wondered what kind of help she'd receive. She was sure the voices were really talking to her. Veronica said something about her mind playing tricks on her or perhaps she had a tumor. One thing was for sure, she remembered the days she didn't hear voices and liked them better. William held his wife close that morning, trying to sooth her as best he could.

"I love you very much Diana, but I have to go to work. I'll see you tonight."

"No,no, no, tin soldiers and Nixon coming, coming, coming for me,me." Diana prattled.

"I don't think they are, I think Veronica will keep you safe and the doctor will help you."

Just then the doorbell rang.

"Oh Anne, thank God. You have the veil on today. Back in the habit?" William asked.

"I think it will bring Diana comfort, although I don't wear it much anymore."

"Come right this way."

"Anne, Anne I'm scared. I think I'm in danger. Is something wrong with me? Are the voices real?"

"I don't think so, but I understand you do. You want help don't you?"

" I want someone keep me safe, not hurt me."

"I won't let anyone hurt you,I promise. It will be safe to tell the doctor anything you want."

" Don't tell Dad, please."

"Right now we are going to get you to the hospital" Veronica said.

The first doctor they had an appointment with was a psychiatrist. He began to question Diana about her symptoms and history.

"Oh, Diana that night you gave your dissertation, you thought someone was taking thoughts out of your head, when you couldn't remember right away?" Veronica felt like an idiot, waiting months later to intervene.

"Stress, just stress I thought. Before the voices started. Am I going to die? Don't let them kill me."

"Doctor Reid, given your family history, with your maternal grandmother and what you have described, it appears you have schizophrenia.." Began the psychiatrist, Dr. Brown.

"No,No, No,not crazy,no, no. Don't send me away Anne,Veronica,Grandma Como pray for me."

" However, I want to make sure you have an MRI to check for a tumor."

"You don't know if I'm crazy or not. You don't believe the National Guard and Nixon are after me?"

"No, I don't "

"So tired, so confused."

"I understand."

" Diana let me schedule an appointment with the neurologist today" said Veronica.

The 24 hours waiting for the results were the most nerve racking of everyone's would tell the voices that they were just a tumor and she'd be well soon. In her delusion, she thought that someone had somehow implanted voices in her head and they could be taken out. The day the diagnosis was finalized Diana was terrified. She sobbed uncontrollably in the psychiatrist's office. She didn't believe it. She didn't know if she could trust anyone anyone anymore.

"Sweetheart, you need to get help. I will be here for you. I promise."

"William, don't leave me. They must be with the government, he's… Stop, stop taunting me!" She yelled the last sentence to the laughter she heard.

"Please, don't be afraid Diana. Your friend will help you. Jesus will too." Anne had prayed for years that this day would never come and that if it did, it would go as smoothly as possible

"Can I go pray?"

" Good idea, Diana. Let's go find the chapel. Veronica, is their a priest on staff?" It was amazing how a mind bordering on a full psychotic break could remember her faith thought Anne.

"Yes, he should be locking up the sacristy now."

Diana ran to the priest asking about evil and the devil, sobbing and screaming at a voice who was telling her crazy people were evil, of the devil.

"God loves you and wants to help. Did you know that Mary Magdalene was probably suffering from mental illness,but they didn't understand it in those days?" The priest explained. He had just come from the in his opinion, misnamed hospital Bennington Sanitarium and was very used to these conversations there.

"Jesus still loved her and helped her and wants to help you too Diana." Anne smiled .

"The good Sister here is right."

"My sister."

"Thank you Fr. Should we pray now Diana?"

After a few minutes in prayer, Diana said "Jesus wants me to get help." Everyone's jaw dropped and we're thankful when Diana admitted herself to the hospital's psychiatric wing.