She could see it the moment the thought crossed his mind, and she could see her own budding horror building within him as well. The fact that he'd gone incredibly still made her mirror him, and she squeezed her eyes shut wanting to bury her face in him once again. She didn't want to try and think if it did because everything hurt. Her neck, her limbs, her feet, her back. His comfort had done wonders but this new thought had curdled in her stomach and she could feel it turn once more.

And then Walter'z gaze floated in her vision again.

"Oh god," Even the prospect of not remembering was enough. Tearing herself away from him, she ran to the railing to lean over and wretch once more. Eyes hot again, she gripped the iron beneath her fingers, nails digging into the metal as if that might help clear her mind. As if the pain might wake her up.

Breathing heavily, she brought the cuff of her sleeve up to her mouth, shutting her eyes against the sensation swirling in her stomach. "No," She shook her head once more. "No. It doesn't. At least I don't think it does." There was no way to be sure unless she completely gained back her memory which was enough to cause her stomach to drop even more. "But I still can't remember what else he did."

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