Part 47-The voice
Beverly turns around and looks at herself in the mirror, frightened by her appearance, when she hears the voice say, “Get dressed, get in your car and head down to the lake. Now!”
“Wait, what!?” She says to the empty room, even though she understands it is her mission to follow the command of the voice. “What exactly is in those orange pills?” She thinks, but obediently grabs her sweats and sneakers, unable to stop herself from quickly grabbing her brush off the vanity, running it through her hair before she grabs her keys, fully aware her action is in violation of the urgency to get in her car.
With her eyes closed, she might be able to find the lake, regardless, there seems to be an autopilot driving her, because with each passing second, she feels less in control of the wheel and more presided over by someone or something. The road is littered with debris, mostly wet leaves and branches, so she’s realizes there was a storm that came through, and this catches her by surprise. Trying to roll back the day in her mind, all she can remember is the debilitating headache, the orange pills, and the call to rush to the lake.
The bewildering autopilot pulls her towards the parking area within closest walking distance to the lakeside, and although it is dark, the moon illuminates just enough light to draw her eye to two forms of what? Unafraid, she walks closer, quickly, pushed along by the voice, when once upon the apparent bodies, she hollers into the night air,
“Help! Somebody help!” And she bends down over the two sodden, human, lifeless figures to check for a pulse. “Dr. Madison, Nurse Ruth. How did this happen, and why am I here?”