Greta signaled for assistance to keep both women under watchful care as the thunder cracked loudly, seemingly on top of them. Startled by the sudden noise, Greta flinched and Anne took full advantage of her brief distraction. She leapt from the chair and swept Greta up with her, trapping her against the wall. She tensed and tried to pull away but was unsuccessful. Anne’s face was close to her own and as she spoke, she felt a spray as Anne spat her harsh words at her. Greta summoned as much will as she could and relaxed in Anne’s grip, never taking her mind from the defenses she had brought with her.<br/><br/>The orderly arrived and ran through the door, demanding to know what was going on. Greta had to rely on his training at this point; she hesitated to direct him to subdue Anne. As the woman held her wrists together, she spoke calmly to her. “Anne, you’re not mad. I don’t believe that at all and neither do you.” She breathed slowly and deeply to calm herself. “Now, sit back down so we can continue with the session.” Her tone belied her fear. She hoped that Anne would listen rather than escalate the situation. She looked to the orderly and said, “Come in and let’s all try to remain calm,” nodding as she spoke to him, signaling him to advance.