I was a pile.  I was not moving.  I didn't have limbs to move, to speak of.  I was immensely satisfied and that was the source of my immobility.  Even my hand, which quite likely wanted to pick up where it had left off not so many moments ago, wasn't functional at this specific intersection of time and space.  Eventually, however, I did find that I could start motion again.  Okay, not in my arms and legs, but...I mean, motion is motion, right?<br/><br/>"If I give you what you want, does that mean at some point, you give me what I want?"  The question was pretty much a given; Ingress had been asking me all this time to do things for her, it was only fair and right to ask if I would get the same in trade.