"You just walked through me." "Yes," says Mitch. "I can walk through stuff. And myself." He passes his wrists through each other. "Don't-- don't do that," says Seph, "it could be bad for you." "Could it, this is what I need to know. Is this bad for me? Is it fatal?" "Have you spoken to a doctor?" "Would that help?" Seph concedes this point.
