"Oh, I'm sorry love. Here." He puts on his helmet and steps into place, feeling the conn-pod surge around him and the connections fire up.

3...2...1...

And he's being whipped backwards through his own mind, a dizzying array of memories and thoughts slipping past until he's cradled in a kind of limbo where there is no definite end to him and start to her.

Now we can talk properly.