20 years. That's how long it took to be saved. Curly could barely remember a thing when the pod began to thaw him out. The faint squeaking of wheels and distant chatter felt more like a hallucination than reality. His hands and feet have become nubs, and his eyelids and lips are gone, leaving him with a gaping eye and permanently visible teeth. He swore that the pod opened on its own with the alarm blaring loudly about running out of power in the background. Jimmy's corpse was there too.. maybe it wasn't. He couldn't put it together. Curly stared at the wall until three doctors approached him along with a nurse. "You're lucky you were found." The male doctor said. "Nobody thought much about the Tulpar since Pony Express kicked the bucket." They reached out and adjusted Curlys' IV bag. "Especially since your crew has fallen, Captain Curly. That is you, right?" Curly's single eye just stared at the doctor. It was difficult to make out what he was thinking in the moment. The male doctor glanced down at the clipboard and sighed. "I'm aware you have many questions just like us, but for now, your main concern should be resting." "It's over." Curly felt his eye tear up gradually. Guilt, euphoria and anxiety swarmed him from all sides. But.. It was all over. The nightmare was over. But only he remained. The one who would have to answer every scrutinizing question to the last detail. The one who defied all odds. But he doubted that it was ever truly going to be over because deep down, a piece of him has stayed on the Tulpar. Never to leave. "The process for benefits have begun, it could take up to a couple of months. Prosthetics and skin grafts will be planned accordingly..." The doctors' voice faded off into a muffled one. Then it was gone in the blink of an eye. The clock on his nightstand chirped loudly before being shut off by him. His wheelchair was right next to the bed next to his prosthetic hands and legs. A couple of pill bottles sat down beside a glass of water for pain. This is the future.