She did not hesitate to leave her seat. She threw her arms into the air, verbalizing something that could be readily discerned by no one, as she marched down the aisle. No one knew who she was, nor had they known that she often had these sort of episodes, due to her mental illness. In spite of her illness, she was a very effective communicator. Most of the time it was a complete pleasure to communicate with her. But this was the exception. She had felt she was no longer in need of her medication, and at the present, she found herself leaping upon him, pummeling him with her fists.