Desmond breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Jess take off. He didn't know if it'd even do any good but at least someone would go see her... He plopped down next to his body and surveyed the scenery, looking for something of interest. He couldn't use his powers in this form and it left him particularly vulnerable... and bored. He stooped so low as to put his eyes to the ground and watch an ant march across the vast wasteland he had created with that attack. As far as he knew, not even grass would grow in this area for years... it's what they said about the area he'd destroyed of his house. 

He continued watching ants and all kinds of other creatures crawl across the ground, paying the spirit no mind at all. It was then that a vulture plopped down... right next to his body. "...Don't you even..." He began as if he could actually talk to the bird. It stood there and stared almost directly at him. It seemed like it could see him... then it looked down and started pecking at his arm. "HEY!" He yelled and ran at it, trying to scare it off. The most he did was make it look at him funny before going back to his arm. Sure whatever it pecked off was almost immediately healed in this state, but... C'mon! It's the principle of the thing!