[There's quite a lot going on in his head. Why does he not recognize where he is, where did his followers go since they were just with him in the portal, why is his body like this, and why does it feel like something is wrong with his magic.]

[There is also, you know, the events that just happened, but how about we shove that down into a deep dark little box where he can't think about it. There is someone talking to him, and his first knee-jerk response is to accuse witch because he has not known anyone else to hold a form like this but witches.]

[But this man does not look like a witch to him. His knowledge of witches, while not complete is still far greater than anyone else's, and he feels mostly??? confident that this is true. Oh. That is something else that has become very clear to him suddenly. He does not have access to all the fucking knowledge of everything anymore. His head is. Very quiet.]

[Ford has been given the single most bewildered owlish expression for the solid like silent thirty seconds he's been stared at by this weird clown man.]

--Yes! [And like a toy that's button has been pressed, he springs to life, dragging himself gracelessly to his feet.] Yes, it would appear I'm suddenly very far from home!

[This is an easy part to play. It will get him somewhere he hopes.]

Please forgive me just now, I must have been in terrible shock. Might you tell me what's going on?