At her question, he didn’t bother looking at her. Instead, he just gave a deep sigh and a “yes” that conveyed just how ill at ease he was with that little fact. It wasn’t that he really wanted to need help but, at this moment, he really had nothing else to go with. Sure, he could attempt to entice one of the other humans but he doubted that would work…at least with a sane one. As these individuals seemed to be rather anti-superstitious these days, it was hard to find one in their right mind that would actually believe him AND be of minimal use. No, at the moment, he had better stick with what he had been given and hope for the best. With this though, his gaze turned back to Erin.<br/><br/>“Despite your doubts, I can assure you that I have far less means of helping myself at this moment then you have for helping me. So, for now,” he motioned to the air in front of him, “let’s just get on with this, shall we?”  His phrasing and tone suggested that he wasn’t meaning to be inconsiderate but it was rather just part of his personality. Knowing that, most likely, she had about the same idea as what to do as him, he spared her the guessing game. “Why don’t we just begin with, let’s say, carrying on with what you were doing? Had I some inclination on what I am supposed to be doing, I’d suggest we do that but, since I don’t, we should stick to what you are sure that you were supposed to be doing.” A clear train of thought, at least to him. To keep his plan in motion, and to move the human along as he knew humans must be kept moving along, Mort stood up. And then the world came down on him.<br/><br/>The entire world.<br/><br/>Time. Space. Gravity. Mortality. It was all there waiting for him like it had never been before, ready and more than willing to give him a good dose of reality by spiritually and physically slapping him across his everything. His legs wobbled and he bent over somewhat before he came thudding back down onto the bench with an expression on his face as if he had just had the wind knocked out of him. And he had, he just didn’t know what that was, never having wind to deal with in the first place. Needless to say, he was shocked and there was no hiding that even if he had the mind to.  His breathing turned into noticeable gasps for air and, shakily, he was now holding onto the bench as if it was the only safe place in the entire universe and, at the moment, he was quite certain that fact was absolutely true.<br/><br/>Astonished by the sheer sensation, Mort gazed around with a half dazed half shocked expression as he tried to place what culprit had just pulled the rug out from under his feet, rolled it up, and beat him with it. “That,” he paused for a breath, seeming confused he had to stop for one, “was not supposed to happen…I am quite sure.” At least he didn’t think that was normal. He took a moment before, with an air of caution, he slowly tested the water by rising off the bench with no amount of urgency. This time, having already settled in on him, he felt no wave of whacking worldly forces, but he did realize that they had settled on him like the sweltering heat of a humid swamp. He could feel the strange and suffocating cling of some strange force exerted against him, holding his feet against the annoyingly solid ground below him. Still unsteady on legs that gave faint quivers, he looked down at the ground and his eyes narrowed in deep observation. He hadn’t had to worry about touching it before and the sensation of resting atop of something solid was strange.  “It all just seems so needlessly heavy,” he muttered quietly.