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Abby lunges for Sara. Ashford is on his feet in an instant, catching her by the shoulder, holding her back as Sara first laughs, then lets out a sob and buries her face in her hands. He presses the page from the legal pad into Abby’s hands.

ASHFORD: This is just another piece of evidence for the file. Go add it to the rest. And take a walk.

She seethes.

ASHFORD: Abby. You know what this is. Don’t let it affect you like this.

She grabs the page and strides out, slamming the door behind her. Ashford rubs a hand across his jaw.

ASHFORD: I’m sorry about that.

Sara makes a noncommittal noise, straightening up. She looks, if anything, puzzled. She picks at her sleeve.

ASHFORD: I think we’re all feeling the strain.

SARA: I’m okay.

ASHFORD: You’ve been through a lot today.

SARA: I’ve just been talking to you.

ASHFORD: That’s right. We’re just talking. And I thinkwe’re most of the way there. Almost to the end of the road, as it were. Do you need anything?

SARA: I guess I’m pretty hungry. Dr. Ashford?

ASHFORD: Yes?

SARA: Are you ever going to tell me why the door is locked? If I wanted to leave, would you let me?

ASHFORD: What do you think, Sara? Why would I be keeping you in here against your will?

She frowns.

SARA: There’s no reason. Is there?

ASHFORD: I’d like you to be able to answer that for yourself.

She bites her lip.

SARA: Dr. Ashford, where’s my sister? Is Becca here? Is she with you?

Ashford hesitates.

ASHFORD: I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to see your sister right now, Sara.

SARA: Why not?

ASHFORD: As I said, I think it’s better if you remember for yourself.

SARA: I did something, didn’t I?

ASHFORD: That’s what we’re here to find out. Let’s keep going, shall we?

SARA: Weren’t you going to ask me about Miranda?

Ashford looks pained.

ASHFORD: Later. For now, just... walk us through the lighthouse.