The mention of his title rather than his name was enough to wake Jaime up and make him aware that this particular voice in his head was not, in fact, the Scarab. There was a pause anyway as he waved his limbs about and tried to find something to hang onto.

When he was a kid, he used to think that the weightlessness would have been the coolest part of being an astronaut. This was a deeply held belief that he was now beginning to seriously reconsider.

Nathan? What's going on, is there an emergency?