Snippet #1886552

As I already told you, my name is Brock. I'm guessing you are still being affected by the disorientation. It took me sometime to shake most of it." He sighed slowly as he glanced at his hands, they were shaking. He stilled himself as he stared at the older man. He really looked shaken, and confused. Brock wondered if that's how he'd looked when he first emerged. Things were starting to come back to him but it was all a blur. All he could remember really was the word jolly and the sudden flash of anger when he thought about.

Taking a step back again he looked to the pod labeled, "Heron, A." It had stopped working and began slowly opening. A fog of cold air rolled out into the warm air of the room. It was getting rather warm now that he thought about. The man inside the pod seemed to slump inside it, Brock stepped forward to examine him. Nothing in particular jumped out at him but he could tell the man was still breathing, it was labored and almost non-existent but it was there.

"Are you a medic? I think this man is still alive." He grabbed the body delicately as he dragged him from the pod and laid him on the ground. "I'm not sure what's going on but this man may remember more then we do, so I'd like to find out." He really didn't know what was going on at all yet, and was running on instinct. The door locking and these pods opening was definitely not coincidence.