Guiding Mike in a gentle skim along the outside of the station's hull is the easy bit. What's less easy is not letting him accidentally crash in to it. Mag boots are pesky things and Apollo's conscious of the fact that Mike's boots will be wanting to clamp on to every metal panel they pass. But he keeps their course steady and true as they make their way towards the frozen ring.

But here it gets tricky. The remaining rocks from the debris field - gigantic chunks of space-bound carbon - are still hurtling around and liable to hit either one of them. Apollo flings a hand across Mike's chest and stops them both short as one particularly lethal meteorite comes zooming past them. It's a close shave. A little too close for Apollo's liking, and he gives Mike another querying thumbs up. Are you sure you want to do this?