The old dear had kept saying "they're going to take me away" and we kept telling her she was being paranoid, that nobody was going to take her away. Besides, we wouldn't let them.
The psycho doc came today. Took one look. And took her away. "Can I go tomorrow instead?" "No."
There were no handcuffs, but let's put it this way: when she got to the hospital, there were no consent forms to sign.