You don't know how long you've been frozen, but as you feel light hit your face for the first time in...years, maybe—it only felt like seconds—you realize that you've been found. You're alive.

You gasp for breath as you rise from the cryopod, soaking wet and trembling. There's someone there. A man, holding a bracing hand on your back, gently cupping your fists.

"Easy," he murmurs, his voice a bare whisper, "It's okay. You're okay..."