[ He can sense the change in Alex, the way his whole countenance changes as he speaks. Setting his glass aside Apollo reaches with a warm hand to sympathetically grip his shoulder. ]

We can. We will. [ His words are low and kind, quietly reassuring (or so Apollo hopes). ] And no, you're right, this probably isn't either of our universes. But that won't stop us...

[ Apollo's the kind of man who will let very little stop him, no matter what universe he's in. He beams reassuringly at Alex, squeezing his shoulder beneath his hand as if it was possible to impart just a little of his bloody-minded optimism in to the other man. ]

I don't care if this is a prison, or a science experiment, or whatever the fuck it is. Whoever or whatever brought us here, we'll make them send us back again. You, Amos, your crew -- we'll get you home. We'll all go home.