Another ALAN teleports in!
GREEN ALAN: Job done. Returning subject.
RED ALAN: Oh, hello.
GREEN ALAN: Return to base.
RED ALAN: About that. There's a problem.
GREEN ALAN: Explain.
RED ALAN: Well, I apparently passed out in a bar downstairs and lost my pants. Um, my trousers. My stuff was in my pockets, including that... thing.
GREEN ALAN: Unacceptable!
RED ALAN: No, it's under control! I built a trousers radar! I'll find my pants--- trousers, and then I'll get that thing back and then I can return to base!
GREEN ALAN: Interference with Rhys is unacceptable.
RED ALAN: I understand how all this time travel stuff works. I'm you, yes? Whatever happens happens!
GREEN ALAN: Oversimplifications are unacceptable!
RED ALAN: We have no choice! We need to get that... thing back!
GREEN ALAN: . . .
RED ALAN: It's under control, me. Trust you.
GREEN ALAN: . . . Recalculating. . . . Once trousers have been retrieved, return to base immediately. Removing stasis. Returning to base.
>Deal with RHYS