80 degrees fahrenheit. Snow white foam scatters the walls and ceilings as as the ship trembles beneath your feet. 70 degrees. Everyone is fighting. Anya just told you she's pregnant with Jimmy's kid but he won't hold anything accountable. Everyone is against him. 60 degrees. The drama has reached a breaking point. Essentials are running low. 50 degrees. Anya locked herself in the med room. She's not responding anymore. 40 degrees. Daisuke hurt himself traversing through the ventilation system, and he found Anya convulsing on the floor. She's unresponsive. 30 degrees. Daisuke is writhing on the floor as his groans echo the halls. Swansea is swings the emergency axe above his head to out him out of his misery. You look away. You didn't want to watch. 20 degrees. Swansea's yelling at Jimmy, telling him that it's his fault- that he needs to take accountability. He tries to kill jimmy, but Jimmy gets him first. They're both gone now. 10 degrees. Curly looks scared for the first time since you met him, but he looks determined. He leads you to one of the chambers as you quickly realize what's going on, and you bang your fists against the glass as the door seals shut. He peers through the glass at you, but the reassuring smile doesn't comfort you at all. His warmth wasn't enough to distract you from the frozen air hissing against your skin. 0.

Cryostasis procedure complete.

Months passes before you found yourself awake in a hospital bed- A real, warm hospital bed. You were back on earth, but... Everyone else is gone right? You jolt up in a panic, only to find a gentle hand on your shoulder. It seems that curly thought ahead of your concerns, but you were just glad he was alive. That you weren't alone. "Hey, it's alright. Don't strain yourself." His voice was warm, smooth and thick like honey that alleviated the tears fogging your vision. You're home.