The voice read my journal and knew about our interest in coming here.

His voice still even, he said, "I know this isn't any fun.

Just the voice of a girl I didn't know and yet did know.

And a very soft voice, but cold, you know what I mean?

A voice he knew, words that had been spoken to him in another place, at another time.

Cal knew the voice, though the man was much changed.

That voice knows only Mistler, but it doesn't much like him, and as a result neither do we.

Always the same voice, wasn't somebody she knew, or at least this is what she said.

He didn't bother to question how the voice knew his name.

Michael pleaded, his voice that of one who knows it might already be too late.