Yeah, at the Professor’s age, it’s sometimes hard to remember things - really hard. Not just “might take a while” hard, but “difficult to tell from a heart attack from the outside” hard. But the important thing is he did remember about the elevator this time - no doubt thanks to (at least in part) his wise precaution of putting up a little note to remind him. He could have remembered a little bit earlier, but not much - I’d say they have covered about 2 % of the way up the mountain at this point, so using the elevator will still save them about 147 encounters with dead, dying or decrepit nazi soldiers and a variety of random videogame or manga characters which are doubtlessly also lurking around on that mountain.

And yeah, Mopey is a tiny bit worried about the Professor’s health. She’s feeling a kind of luke-warm indifference toward him, which is a lot more than the cold indifference she feels toward most of the rest of humanity (although still less than the fond indifference she feels for Sephy). She’s particularly worried regarding his heart, and has repeatedly suggested to him following her lead and getting rid of it altogether, or at least keep it in a safe place outside of his body somewhere (She has had hers replaced with a triple-cursed piece of blackrock, and it works like a song! The song is a funeral march, but whatever…). If the Professor just wouldn’t be so stubborn and hide-bound about giving in to the dark side. >_>

The Professor might not have had a heart attack, but I suspect he gave Zorba one when he suddenly started screaming in his ear in panel one - but it’s probably just a light one, nothing that a few swigs of Ouzo couldn’t deal with just fine. It wouldn’t be Zorba’s first, anyway - he regularly has one when he sees the customs patrol boat closing in when he is out ‘fishing’ with the Souvlaki Queen. It’s just so hard to convince these narrow-minded officials that he fully intends to smoke those 13,ooo packs of cigarettes himself before returning to the harbor in the evening.

More on Monday.