"AAuugh-?!" And ... there he goes. Rincewind does a comical, aerial cartwheel, head over heels, and is lovingly embraced by gravity. Before Gravity, the harsh mistress, settled herself on him, Rincewind wildly flung his arm out and snatches Yosuke's wrist. He was screaming again. Screaming, because this was it. He knew it. Of all the bloody ways to go, it had to be this way. His life had been too short. He hadn't run fast enough. Etcetera, etcetera ...

-Something squarish and box-like clamped onto Yosuke's ankle.