AN: I decided to continue this bc why tf not y'know? Lmao. Let me know if there are any improvements I need to do.

She stays asleep for days; Murphy isn't quite sure what to do. He's getting impatient, he needs to get out. He's sick of this place. But her breathing keeps him sane somehow. He doesn't know why but it helps him. Maybe she'll wake up and they'll get out of here. He wonders how she'd been able to survive. How her life was like. As strange as it was, he finds himself drawn to the girl.

He plays the clips over and over again, the story of how the world ended is now drilled into his head. Jaha may have been brainwashed but Murphy isn't having it. He feels somewhat sorry for the old man. But it is his fault they got here so he's not as sorry anymore. And he'd killed people before they got here. Saying it was their destiny but he calls bullshit on that one.

He observes the girl, her choppy blue hair is a sure fire way of saying she wasn't a grounder. She had two necklaces, one with a small cube with a stone in it, and the other a sort of double infinity symbol. She had scrubs on, with Becca's corporate logo in the breast pocket. Then he remembers she had been so cold when he carried her up. Her face had been tinted a pale blue but when he looks over to her now, her skin is less pale and more of a caramel color.

He counts the days; it's been 9 days since he found the girl. 9 days since she'd been conscious. He's starting to feel hopeless. She might never wake up again. He worries that he'll never get out of here. But he holds on to the tiny sliver of hope. Maybe, just maybe, once she wakes up she'll find an escape route and they'll be free.

He chides himself. Who was he kidding? He doesn't even know her. And neither does she. Who was he to think he'd get her help? Still, he's as stubborn as he is cynical, he could use her.

It doesn't take long and a wave of sleepiness hits him. He succumbs to it.

Hours later, his eyes flutter open. He adjusts his bleary eyes and by the time he fully wakes up, the girl was gone. He checks the doors but they were still shut. He rushes to find her. To ask her the countless questions in his mind.

Spotting her in the bedroom, he treads slowly toward her. She doesn't look at him. He could hear her crying. He isn't sure how to feel. Comforting people has never been and never will be his strong suit.

"I'm sorry," her voice is shaky. She's sitting on the edge of the bed, back hunching.

"For being in a coma for 9 days?" He asks. She's fumbling with the cube pendant.

"I tried to stop her, Jules." He remembers that line from Chris, the man from the tapes. He quickly wonders who Jules was. He stays quiet for a beat, collecting his thoughts.

"I'm not Jules." He replies softly, trying not to upset her. He doesn't know why he feels the need to do it but he does it anyway. She stiffens at this statement but she doesn't comment further about it.

She laughs, shakily. "My eyes must be playing tricks on me." Her voice and the way she speaks didn't sound like a grounder's.

She doesn't raise her head but he knows she's wiping her tears away. "So who are you?"

"John Murphy." He answers flatly.

"Which one do you prefer being used?" She prods.

"Surname," She nods. She straightens her back and faces him. "And you are?" He continues.

"I'm Cleo," she holds out a hand for him to shake. He takes it and gives a firm nod. He releases her hand as quickly as he took it.

"I'll ask you one more question, if you allow me to." She seems hesitant, he observes.

"Sure. I haven't talked to anyone in nearly 70 days anyway." He relents. She doesn't comment on this but she seems to be in deep concentration. She clutches the chain around her neck and fumbles with the small cube pendant yet again.

"What year is it?"

A few seconds have passed. Then a minute. Then several minutes. He doesn't know how long it takes him but the number is on his tongue, he's hesitating to say it.

"2150." He doesn't know why it takes him a while to answer but he finally does.

"97 years since you left Earth." She does the math in her head. She talks to him as if she knows who he is. But that would be impossible. He hasn't seen her before.

"You? I was born in space." He retorts. She stops at this. A tear falls down from her cheek. She mumbles something but he couldn't quite grasp what it was. Despite his confusion, he keeps a blank face.

"I was born in 2036." She whispers. Murphy's ears couldn't quite believe what they were hearing. 2036 is over a hundred years ago. How did this person survive for that long?

"Are you crazy?" Murphy gives her an once-over, she didn't look like it but she might be psychotic. Or just really out of her mind.

"No. I'm guessing those clips of Chris didn't explain what happened to me." She sighs.

"Then do explain." Murphy replied. How was this possible anyway?

Almost as if she'd read his mind she says. "I was cryogenically preserved." At this he looks confused. He isn't very well-read, the Ark didn't have a massive library and his arrest didn't help much either.

She seems to be deep in concentration once more. He waits for her answer. But she's become silent.

"What does that mean?" He doesn't hesitate to ask anymore. He's genuinely curious now.

She draws out an even breath and says, "I was frozen for 97 years, Murphy. I would've been long dead if they didn't freeze me."

AN: And that's formally the first chapter! Feel free to leave a comment and help me improve this story. Thank you for reading! :)

Also, I know it seems a little far-fetched but the technology to freeze people exists already, and with a brilliant mind like Becca, I'm sure she could find a way to revive them somehow.

Edit: My timeline is extremely messed up. Went back through it to change it.