Sam, thankfully, had been safely out of the way when the Abomination had attacked, sleeping soundly tucked up next to a statue of a woman in a room just off the gardens. He'd heard the noise and commotion, but he'd been so scared he'd stayed right where he was, hoping against hope that whatever was out there wouldn't rip the door off its hinges and expose him. It had seemed to stay just outside in the gardens for a long while, leaving him quivering with fear, but eventually the shouting and madness had moved off, and when he'd dared to emerge hours later he'd found the gardens wrecked, but quiet.

He was still shaken all the same, and he spent the next day hiding in safe corners when he could and sneaking around as quickly and quietly as he could the rest of the time, shooting nervous looks over his shoulder at the merest sounds. He still wasn't quite clear on what had happened, and while the danger seemed to be past, there was no knowing for sure.

He happened to be giving the yard behind him one of those quick, nervous searches as he turned the corner, and he ran straight into a pair of legs with an oomph.

"Oh!" he said, flushing with embarrassment as he turned to look up at the woman. "Begging your pardon, I - I wasn't looking where I was going."