It was not even a month after she had come to the hospital, barely three weeks, when a full moon came again. The traumatized girl became more and more agitated at night as she watched the moon swell. The night nurses reported that they could hear her talking to herself. Recordings from the camera in her locked room showed her pacing for hours, her eyes darting to the moon and then away. She flew from one state to another, grasping handfuls of her hair and squeezing her eyes shut only to suddenly turn in a slow, graceful arc. Dr. Naboru watched a recording where she spent several minutes like that, dancing a waltz with no partner. Then she crumpled to the ground burying her face in her knees, and wept for an hour.

At that point he had believed her obsession with the moon stemmed from how brilliant the full moon had been the night of the murders. He feared that seeing another night lit by that swollen silver orb would only be detrimental to her treatment and so he had ordered her window closed and covered. This only upset her more. She had tried to get through the wire mesh across the window and screamed at the nurses and orderlies when they entered her room. Never, in all the time that she had been at the hospital, had she shown any sign of violence. That night she had lunged at the people who had come to calm her, raking her nails down one man's arms and striking a woman in the face.

The doctor ordered sedatives, and stared with the others as the drugs had absolutely no effect. The screaming continued, an unending and building howl of anger, until the other patients began to shriek back at her. In desperation the doctor, a large male nurse, and two of the biggest orderlies available that night managed to maneuver the slender teenage girl down the hall and into a personal safety room, or as some still called it, a padded cell.

The night dragged on and still she screamed. She pounded her hands against the walls, shook the door with her small body, and flung herself to the floor where she lay for long stretches curled into the fetal position, her hands clapped tightly over her ears. Never did Dr. Naboru or the nurses see any sign of the sedatives taking off even the edge of her violent madness. With no sign of an end, but no way for her to seriously hurt herself, they had left her to it until exhaustion might do what the drugs could not.