Gunther turned around at the mad spectacle that had unfolded before him.  He looked very calmly at the berserk maniac who had just tried to kill him, his eyes focusing unblinking on him.  "You... destroyed my chair?"  He asked calmly, almost incredulously, as he reached into his coat, drawing out a scalpel as he did so.<br/><br/>He interposed himself between the madman and the girl who supposedly only had a rough childhood, and began speaking in an even, measured tone.  "You are out of order.  You will need to be restrained.  Now, you can lie down and let me give you some morphine and tranquilizers, so you'll drift off to sleep, or you can stand and let me figure out how to get you to stop talking and moving so much with this here scalpel of mine."  The "doctor" did not smile as he said this, he only announced it as a fact as his eyes bored into Thomas'  "Please lower yourself to the floor with your hands to your sides."  He told him gently, as he slowly began to walk forward.