Ford shrugged and reached down to lift the now still creature, figuring that if it smelled like nothing maybe it weighed nothing. Then again, it didn't hurt like nothing. He tried not to think about it. However, once he got a hand on it, the body of the nothing-something (as Ein had called it) casually disappeared into a puff of definitely nothing-nothingness.

Ford blinked and remembered the first law of thermodynamics. Requiring said law applied in this universe, which was questionable at the moment and not really the first time he'd seen the law broken, that meant he was now inhaling nothing-something atoms. Again, he decided not to think about it.

"Problem solved," he declared and pulled out a few small shiney packages from his satchel. "Peanuts, anyone?"