Gunther gave Brigit a gentle squeeze, giving her a calm and warm smile.  "I'm afraid we don't have nearly the kind of organization at this asylum that we'd like to.  Would you like to sit down and talk for a bit while you wait for the power to come back on?"  Gunther asked, stepping close enough to wrap his arms around his victim.<br/><br/>In the sporadic bursts of lightning, Gunther could see nothing wrong with her.  That was usually the worst sign of all.  His girlfriend had been like that.  Gunther straightened himself out and put his guard up, ready to respond in force if the girl had a sudden psychotic break.  The psychotics were always the worst; they appeared so normal until they snapped and turned into a raging machine of doom.  The idea of a psychotic maniac who hid his nature even from himself, sweeping that darkness under the rug, occurred to Gunther, and his expression shifted in fear for a second before he swept the thought under the rug, returning to his warm, friendly smile.