The hair-body reached, enfolding Al in ever more hair until thick strands were extending not just from its arms but from its legs and torso, as if pulling him into its encasing mass -- and nothing worked -- until it did, all the hair recoiling sharply from the blows that Lloyd and Ed landed into its chest. For a moment it was still, hair flowing slowly without pulling, and then --

From amongst the strands there burst a body: a woman, blue-pale, wide-eyed, linked to the dark mass still gripping Al through her own hair -- and both hands latched into the closest patient's throat, nails digging in with every intention of tearing flesh.