She would keep him under, sleeping for more than a week, rousing him only for occasional bouts of other forms of treatment, or to rest, momentarily, herself, keeping up that pattern for more than two months. It was an intensive treatment, and clearly was taking a toll on her, though she hid it well.<br/><br/>Finally, after almost ten weeks of treatment, she smiles as she rouses him from his sleep. "You have a visitor," she says, as she brings him back to the world of the waking. "Get dressed... I'm sure seeing her will be good for you."