Silence. Dreams. Awareness. Cold air, rushing over his body, but for some reason he can't move or warm himself. Voices echoing everywhere, are they inside his head or outside in his surroundings? Extreme disorientation, the only sensation is a multitude of nerve endings receiving signals, from where? Unknown. It must be from his conscious mind. Consciousness!

"How long has it been since I left Earth?" he frantically considered. "Has the computer awakened me too early?"

Cracking his eyelids to allow the most minute amount of light in, nearly blinding, pupils constricting. His head still on fire, muscles adjusting to the long awaited enervations, his view of the spinning cryo lab slowly coming to a halt.

A computer screen catches his sight, a star map, evidently displaying the ship's current location.

"Where..AM..I?"