S.T. was strong with the Force tonight, having predicted exactly what would happen once Scott lost all sense of standing on the ground and putting one foot in front of the other. Taking a step toward the boat was like walking with both feet asleep, only with the tingling replaced by a strangely palpable sense of nothingness. He got maybe two steps before he had to rely on S.T.'s prescient precaution. Man, not even being able to feel it when someone stopped you from falling over, while still having the sense of gravity pulling you forward — weeiiiiird.

"Oh mah gah' touthsh isth mo' i'por'ant than I 'hoooought, whyyyyyy," said Scott, trying to get a handle on forming words when he couldn't feel his lips or tongue. Somehow he managed to get into the boat with S.T's help. Again, he could feel the tipping side to side as they sat on the water, but not the wood beneath him. It was like sitting in the Wonder Woman jet. Only you could see it. And it was a boat. ...Okay, not the best analogy, but dang it, it was all he had to compare this to.

"A'ight let'sth go already," he said once they were all set, pointing out in the great dark beyond.