"'Bout four weeks."

There are a lot of locks on the inside of the door.

"I'm damned if I can understand it. Perfectly healthy people, seizin' up in the middle of th'street. And then -- 's just like they're shells, once that's happened. They eat if you feed 'em, they breathe, they react if you stab 'em -- but they don't do nothin' else."

"Call me crazy, but I'm starting to think it's more'n just a sickness."