"Floating. I can't hold onto anything! I can't see- no visual! Requesting guidance. Base do you copy. America, do you copy. Britain, do you copy. CAN ANYONE HEAR ME!?"
"J-ck c- you hear m- -oice? Can you -ear m- -ce?"
"I can, I can. What do I do?"
*buzz* "What are your co-ordinates?"
"I don't know."
"What is your status?"
"Floating, detached. Scared, like really, really, scared."
"What is your altitude."
"I don't know. I can't see."
"You need to open your visor sun-screen. To do this you mus-"
"Base?"
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"Base? NASA Control? BSA Control? Anybody? Please."
"Hello, who is this?"
"Jackson Frost. NASA astronaut, requesting URGENT guidance."
"Will you allow non-code language to be used."
"What do think? I really need help. I'm scared and I don't know-"
"Can you see anything?"
"No, I can't open the lock on my helmet sun-glasses thingy!"
"There is a lock with a small rotational dial on it, turn it clock-wise."
"Okay."
"Now, can you see?"
"Yes, oh my god."
"What can you see?"
"Jack, WHAT. CAN. YOU. SEE?"
"My ship. But, oh my god, it's just. Broken."
"What the hell do you mean 'broken'?"
"I think there was a crash and. Well. Boom. It's in little pieces. I can't see any other crew, or the captain."
"Can you have a guess at your altitude?"
"About 20 minutes of completely vertical falling to enter the atmosphere. Although don't quote me on that."
"Do you have an EVA jetpack on you?"
"What do you think has been keeping me oriented like this?"
"Okay, can you see any large parts of debris?"
"The only thing of any size out here is me."
"Okay, here is a new plan although you won't like it."
"What is this new plan? I'm pretty sure I won't mind it."
"In about 29 hours you will rendezvous about 20 metres away from the ISS, when that happens I think you know what to do."
"So, I half crash and half enter the ISS. All using the jet-pack on my suit."
"Well, just slow down, the robotic arm on there should be able to pull you in. That is, if you don't die of radiation or another shitty effect of being in space that long."
"You really know how to relax someone, don't you. Err."
"Hamish Haddock, although call me Hiccup."
"Well, hello Hiccup. Can I ask where you are?"
"British Space Agency long range communications and astronaut communications base. We deal with working semi-automatic probes and, this is the first time, we give help and reassurance to stranded/dyeing astronauts and cosmonauts and well, whatever you want to call 'space people'."
"That's a mouthful, Hiccup"
"Yeah, been saying that for 3 years now. I have tongue-ache."
"Is there such a thing as tongue ache?"
"No."
