Lotte had stood, moving towards the kitchen for that tea when the voice came. Somehow, after yesterday and the failed singing, she wasn't surprised. Scared and disturbed, but not surprised. She reached for the nearest wall and closed her eyes. Back against it, she began to mutter.
"It's not real, just my imagination going wild-" Except it wasn't, right? If Ella was right and the voices had matched up to certain characters she had known in the book, then it wasn't. A memory, then? Lotte shivered, hands moving over her ears even though it'd be useless. Hearing that voice or any of the others never had anything to do with her ears. Even she knew that.
She swallowed, waiting to see if it was enough to get it - him - the voice to be quiet.