Trish could feel her stomach turn. It was cruel, really. A sick, cruel sort of joke in which this all made sense to something, so she could make their community disappear. Seeing George in his current state made her heart ache. There was a moment of desperation that passed over her. Couldn't they turn him around? Would he notice? Would whatever had a hold on him keep him in a certain direction regardless? Couldn't they make him dizzy enough that he had to lay down? Would that be too cruel a thing to do?
With empty hands - her wand still on the nightstand - the only thing that echoed In Trish's head was knocking him out. "Fred, I--" she started softly. But there was a moment, a brief moment in which George stepped around Fred to try and carry on that he was so close to Trish again. Without thinking, she stepped in front of him again and punched him as hard as she could -- harder than she thought she could. Knock him out, right?