private;

[As if Chilton would ever refer Walt to someone who had any access to imPort regulated hospitals, or any capability of examining Walter White to the appropriate degree -- that ace he was saving up his slimy sleeve. Because of course Walt was priceless in his perspective and agenda, of course he was ideal in his neurological disturbance, but Chilton had been acutely observant of the past couple of weeks. Walt no longer invested in the doctor-patient relationship they had.

Walt was volatile, even chemical in personality -- and chemistry was the science of change. Wouldn't he appreciate that?]

You forget I still have Will Graham.

[What a nice parallel, thought Chilton. Thank god Hannibal Lecter wasn't around to undermine that claim.]