'Graham? Graham! Look, I'll get you out of there in a jiffy, right? We just need a few bits - a fork, some dental floss, a Callisto pulse if one's going - and you'll be fine! Just, don't turn into a snake, it never helps.'

Graham stared at the walls surrounding him for a moment before calling back up, 'Is that a possibility, Doc?'

Silence greeted him for a few moments, then a cough. 'Two ticks, Graham! Think non-serpentine thoughts!'