Andrew can see the fall coming, but he's so unsteady on his feet that it's really a surprise it didn't happen sooner. It's like trying to walk on a spinning funhouse floor...or like being exceptionally drunk. He lets out a grunt of pain as he lands on a tiny protrusion of earth that feels like a jagged spire hitting him in the gut, and lays there for a second or two before he hears Edgar shuffling around and turns his head to look, suddenly fearful of being accidentally squashed by the human boy.

When he's not -- and when Edgar puts a hand beside him again -- Andrew lets out a little sigh and flops a hand in the direction of Edgar's finger. "I need the TARDIS," he says, making contact.