[ Another day in paradise. The days roll in to one long drawl of hours upon hours on the station, and Apollo hasn't exactly helped himself by not sticking to a daily routine. When he hears the voice in his head he thinks for one worrying moment that it's the ship playing tricks again - or that it's finally broken his mind, maybe. It's enough to stop him dead in his tracks, midway down a grimy corridor, as he turns his gaze suspiciously towards the nearest wall panel. ]
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Jack? Is that you?