Turret fire rang through the abandoned cryosleep control room. As a scraggly looking man in a lab coat fell to the ground, parts of his knee scattered across the dirty tiled floors as thick red blood oozed onto the floor. He tried to get up but fell again as a flare of pain shot up his leg to his back; paralyzed from the waist down the man dragged himself up to the main breaker panel. Shutting off the life support and filtering it to one room. Chell was now put into the long sleep both dead and alive until someone opened the box. Hands smeared with blood he dropped to the floor. Everything felt cold and the world was getting darker, memories flowed through his mind as he drifted off. He thought of the days when aperture was filled with life; the hustle and bustle of busy scientist, the chats by the water fountain, as the world got darker and his heart beat slower; he could hear his co workers chatting by the water fountain he could join them later right after his nap.