"Who are you, and how do you know where I live?" Charlie questioned curiously..
"I know everything my dear," The strange old voice replied with a miscievous grin..
"What are you doing here Marcus, and what do you want to tell me about Vicky?" Charlie asked with a mischievous grin of her own.
"How do you know my name and how did you know that I came to talk about Vicky?" Marcus questioned puzzled.
"I know everything as well, and if you must know, I can read minds and I just read yours," Charlie replies with a chuckle.
"That's very odd, anyways can you bail Vicky out of prison?" Marcus pleaded, as he sat down on the wooden chair inside of Charlie's kitchen..