Then the voices were gone once more, and the droning took up in the space they left behind. Instantly Charlie clapped her hands to her ears - completely missing the entrance of the man to whom Cat had spoken - and she turned on one heel to head directly toward her apartment. No goodbyes, no waves, nothing to show that she considered all interaction with the two others to be complete. No, instead she was only concerned with reaching her apartment, to find some bit of safety therein even if the darkness proved to be more treacherous than the monsters lurking in her head. If this was an episode, it was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. She thought she'd been getting better, but this was certainly proving her wrong. Very wrong.
Jack gave a soft whine, partially of pain from Charlie grabbing and yanking his collar, and also of worry, an attempt to gain Charlie's attention so that he could perform what he'd been trained to do. When the woman gave no sign of knowing the dog was there aside from the near-stranglehold she had on his collar, he simply did his best to keep up, nails scrambling on the tile floor of the building as they approached apartment number 103. Charlie scoured her front pants pocket for her key, fumbling in the darkness as she tried to work through the inane noise that was driving her up the wall. The droning was almost better than the voices, and she didn't want to see what would appear next.
[ OOC: ok, consider Charlie out, and sorry this took so long! ]