"That's unfortunate. Has it helped at all with their comfort, if not with the delusions themselves?"

"I believe they are becoming more comfortable, yes."

"I see. ...you seem to know a lot about this building, Dr Keaton, may I ask how long you've been working at this particular hospital?

"Fifteen years."

"That's quite some time. I understand medicine has changed quite a bit in that time. I wonder, have the sorts of patients you see changed as well? Any ailments more or less common than they used to be?"

"Why, yes," Dr. Keaton says. "We have a rather more... aggressive sort now than when I first started out. And manipulative as well. Fewer cases of straightforward neurosis."

"How interesting. What do you think might be the cause?"

"Many patients with borderline personality, many constitutional psychopaths. I suspect some sort of cultural change in Savannah, possibly related to the Depression."

"Ah, that makes sense. Desperate times."

"Indeed. Do you have any further questions or should I arrange for you to speak with Mr. Henslowe?"

A hefty, balding, ham-fisted man with wild eyes and yellow, crooked teeth is biting at the air.

"We'd like to see Mr. Henslowe, I think? Thank you very much for the tour."

Dr. Keaton leaves to arrange this, after assigning an orderly to keep an eye on them. 

The ham-fisted man with wild eyes twists away from the orderly and bites him, hard. The orderly shrieks.

" - if someone can pry them apart we should see if the orderly needs medical attention - " Wow Anemone is not remotely qualified for prying people apart though.

The wild-headed man charges straight for Anemone and bites her.

Yeah, Carrie doesn't think she's at all qualified or informed enough to help with this situation. She's going to stay-- oh.

Anemone might be able to talk the patient down if WOW OKAY. 

She twists away from the man and dodges. 

Zoe screams for an orderly. 

The man turns and, attracted by Zoe's screaming, tries to bite her. Using her acrobatic skills, Zoe easily eludes him.

"Wow, okay, there's no need for that, can you tell us what's wrong?"

"Mouths," the man says, "mouths--" and now he's trying to bite Lacie.

...and instead of doing this trips over his own feet.

"Wow, you know about the mouths! - hold up, man, can you tell us about them?"

"Mouths," he says, calmer now that someone is paying attention to him, "mouths on the walls-- biting-- Have to bite."

"Right, mouths everywhere, aren't there. Do you know where they come from?"

"No."

An orderly comes to restrain him. "Sorry about that, ma'am. Dangerous place, hospitals. I'm glad none of you were hurt."

"I understand, of course. I think the orderly might need medical attention. - Do you know why the mouths want you to bite things?"

"We'll see to that right away," the orderly says, "no worries, ma'am. Please don't play into Mr. Culver's delusions."

And Mr. Culver is carted away by an orderly.