At first, there's nothing but darkness. It's cold, and you feel as though you're floating in a pool of cool water, weightless and free.

There's a strange... warmth in your chest, though. It's uncomfortable, almost.

And then, through the darkness, you hear a voice, male and thoughtful.

"... Weren't their coordinates sent out from the space station...?"

A female voice responds, a bit exasperated. "Who cares? They're here and alive. Do they look like a mannequin to you??"

The male voice once more, but you faintly feel something, and it's more concerned and serious. "... Weak heartbeat and pulse... March, you better do CPR."

"Huh?? Hehe... I... I-I've never done it before. Dan Heng, you do it...!" The female voice responds nervously.

There a moment of silence, and your eyes slowly begin to slide open, your head aching and your vision blurry as you groan quietly. You're barely conscious in time to see the young man leaning down, his eyes closed as he inhales softly.