Sharon and Mobius
"Am I having a stroke or is this déjà vu?" Mobius teased - actually, the scientific explanation was something along the lines of the temporal lobe and short-term memory and yada yada, all of that. Point was, he'd seen Sharon nearly get stuck in her sweater once before - he at least had enough clarity to recall the time in his apartment when they'd been drinking and then, well.
That had been a fun night. Really fun.
"Here - " He helped Sharon with the cashmere first and then managed to neatly fold her sweater because cashmere should be folded, and went off to procure water. "Be right back."
When he returned it was with a cup of the liquid life force and some bread and fruit - nutrients, those were good; he even took a strawberry piece for himself, popping it into his mouth. "Were you working even a realm away?" he asked, since that might explain why Sharon didn't have time to eat anything.