Sasha watched Abby closely but patiently as she seemed to be working through something, his brow arching as she confessed to knowing what had been happening.  But, as she seemed to find understanding, her demeanor shifted from fear to resignation and anger. 

"You don't remember what you were doing?"  Sasha shook his head, slightly, the fear he'd been feeling not abating at all.  There were still far too many similarities to Ava for his liking and he had already learned his lesson about getting distracted or lulled into complacency during the times of normalcy. 

He took a deep breath and tried to offer a reassuring smile, though it wasn't really warranted by questions like I didn't do anything threatening?

"Not ... no.  I don't think so."  He didn't make too much effort to hide the ambiguity; he didn't see any benefit in trying to keep the truth from her.  "Nothing directly threatening, no.  I'm not sure what ... the Boo meant."  It could have been a threat or it could have been a joke.  He didn't have any idea. 

But, in this whole long list of things to worry about, that was at the very bottom.  Even if it had been intended as a threat. 

"I'm ... you didn't do anything - other than scared me.  I was ready to send a patronus to Miranda Storm.  Even if I'm not sure I'd look good in an Azkaban outfit," he offered with a laugh.  Trying to lighten the situation.  But, it was short-lived.  "I'm still worried.  I think it's still a good idea if someone takes a look.  Just to be sure."  He gestured over his shoulder towards the apartment building.  "We're almost to our - the flat."

She'd scared him. With a sinking sense of despair, she realized that she could have hurt someone - hurt Sasha - at the Gardens and been none the wiser until regaining her senses. Though she'd felt powerless before, it was nothing compared to how she felt now. Her fingernails dug into her palms, and she drew away from him, afraid of herself.

      ...Didn't hurt anyone.

Abby ignored the thought, focusing on her breath. Breathe in, breathe out.

She'd lost time. She'd lost her own agency and memory. Moments that should be hers were gone.

Sasha let out a laugh, which was exactly what she did in tense situations, but Abby was unable to respond in kind, not even to comment on the dreadful Azkaban robes. As they walked, she nodded and glanced down, hiding her mortification by searching for her phone.

"I'm texting Trevelyan right now."

Abby scrolled past the texts Sasha had sent earlier, the unread Facebook notifications, and spent a few minutes composing the message with shaking fingers:

Ugh. Something happened. Flower Girl literally took over for a while and acted like a nutter while I was with Sasha . Just FYI. I will tell the Healers.

She changed her 'OMG' to 'ugh', deleted multiple frowny faces, and replaced 'what should I do??' with 'FYI'. Finally satisfied with the message and the tone, she hit send.

Or thought she did.

Numbly, Abby opened her purse. She held the mobile at one end, with her thumb over the screen and her fingers grasping the back of it. After dropping it into her purse, she shook out her hand.

Abby glanced up at their apartment building, following Sasha inside.