By the time Platt and his team arrived at Larksford House, the place was in chaos. Patients were running around, singing and dancing; others splashed about in the lake. The staff looked confused and lost – helpless even. Finally, Summers found a parking spot away from the house. Just as she parked, a man’s face slammed against the window, causing her to yelp in surprise. The man began to lick the glass as if it was ice cream; his long purple tongue moved about, leaving smeared streaks of saliva.
‘Well, looks like you found a friend Summers,’ Platt joked.
‘Yeah, real hot date,’ Elford laughed. Suddenly, there was a thud at his door, and a woman began to do the same at Elford’s window.
‘Don’t think much of yours,’ Summers laughed, ‘but at least she has all her teeth,’ she said, cringing,
