At first she thought something had gone wrong with her stasis. It seemed like no time at all had passed between closing her eyes to Gale's soothing countdown, and opening them to the eerie darkness- flashes of light passing her cryochamber on occasion.
"Gale? Did the power cut?" she tried to ask- but her mouth wasn't quite functional yet, and the garbled mess that came out didn't sound much like words at all.
I'm dead. I have died and this is what the afterlife looks like. I'm not in the cryochamber at all, I'm in a coffin on my way to my burial because I died. Or maybe I didn't die at all, they just thought I did and now I'm going to be buried alive.
One of the lights focused itself on the glass of her chamber, hitting her eyes with a painful sting. She closed them, waiting for the familiar "swoosh" of the door opening, and the clean, cryogenic atmosphere giving way to the tainted oxygen of the ship.
Recycled oxygen, dead cells and carbon dioxide. Every time you breathe in you also breathe the air of everyone around you. That's fine. That's all fine. It's fine.
"Miss Nygaard? How are you doing in there?"
"Nrrgghm."
There was a pause, and a slight chuckle. "Yeah, that sounds about right."
She could feel the light moving away from her face, and she was able to open her eyes. The world was still swimming in front of her, and she was unable to see the man in front of her, only make out the outline of him as she adjusted, squinting distrustfully as a hand materialised from the void beyond.
"I know you probably have a million questions right now, but I'm really not the guy to answer them. Honestly, I only got the gist of it myself."
The hand took hers, helping her to her feet. She almost jumped at the sensation of bare feet against the cold metal of the ship's floor, just in time to realise that she was actually falling. The security guard had anticipated this though, and supported her weight with his.
"Yeah it's gonna take some getting used to, being awake."
"Frick," Emilie said.
"Yeaup. Now, everyone is meeting for a briefing so."
A pause.
"Let's get you some clothes."
They walked, albeit slowly, to find her a comfortable uniform before she was able to join the remainder of the crew in the Main Hall. She mumbled her thanks to the security guard as he smiled and went off- probably to open more cryochambers. She wondered how many he'd opened so far- how many were waking up out of the million-or-so inhabitants of the ship.
Then she noticed the warning lights.
Oh God.