"A ventriloquist? Oh, my, no. I'm an historian." The voice was in her head.
"I'm insane." It had to happen. She touched her finger-tips to her mouth.
"Is that so? That's too bad. We're over and done with that sort of thing."
"I'll wash my face with cold water. It must be the strain. I shouldn't have forced the doctor...."
"You are alone, aren't you? I looked around rather carefully. I didn't see anyone except that ... that thing on that piece of furniture."
Julia looked at Belle. The cat was asleep on the dresser. She started to walk to the bathroom but stopped in front of the bed and sat down. Her head was going to burst.
"Please" she said. "Please stop."
"I really don't want to intrude. But I have my recorder right here. It won't take long and then I must move on. Now I notice you're fully dressed. Most remarkable. We always thought you prior people indulged in sex orgies almost continuously."
"My God!"
"Your thoughts are confused. Is it because you're insane? You haven't had much experience in thought projection, have you?"