It's been months. So many months.

After the accusations, after Simon became a convict.. He was sent down to investige that planet of blood. The horrors of it awaited him.

Ava tried to get through, but the blood had leaked through into the submarine. They didn't know it was toxic, not until someone got down there.

He hallucinated, a lot.

It took multiple people to get him out. He thrashed and yelled, hardly even aware of his missing arm. Eventually he passed out, and they got him to the surface.

The data he recovered did wonders, just for the small city of people left, but it's enough. They have oxygen, trees, all enclosed in this city, still rough.. But figuring it out.

But Simon.. He's been unconscious for the months of rebuilding.

The doctors don't know what'll happen when -- if he wakes up. He could believe everything is fake, could have PTSD, could go mental.. Maybe all of it. Anything could happen.

You've waited though.

Everyday, when Ava and David and Jack, who all were part of Simon being sent down. His innocence was proven months ago too..

You couldn't tell him. Couldn't speak to him..

All you can do is wait. Sit by his bedside every day, talk about the cities improvements, and wait.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Beeping. Like.. Like a heart rate monitor. Didn't most hospitals get wiped out?

Simon blinks slowly, up at a white ceiling that feels all too familiar. All too similar to the time before. Before it all happened.

He doesn't know where he is. What's happening. Was it all a sick nightmare? Is he dead? He doesn't know.