Your last memories were of klaxon horns wailing all over the base, emergency lights flickering on, a loudspeaker commanding you to report to Cryo-Station B-23 immediately. You remember a confused scramble, a mad dash, and settling into your tube just as the clear plexisteel lid hissed into place and snapped shut. You remember everything slipping away into blurred darkness and sleep. NOW... the cryo-tube opens.