[ WP ] You are testing the effects of cryosleep for NASA 's deep space missions , as your chamber closes the last thing you see is the room erupting in panic

There was a faint ringing in his ears. A certain numbness in his arms and legs. A heartbeat so slow he was left with a moment of temporary panic before the next thump in his chest. 
 
 John? 
 
 John, do you hear me? 
 
 A set of muscular arms reached into the cryotank and lifted him from its cold and clammy waters. He was frozen as if paralysed by a nightmare from which he had just surfaced. 
 
 John, this is all going to be a bit much to take in. 
 
 His eyes fluttered towards the voice. 
 
 Jeremiah? 
 
 The click of a pen and scribbles on a page. His eyes blinked at the room of sterile white around him. The hands grasped steadily at his shoulders. 
 
 What happened? 
 
 The pen continued to scribble on its page. Something sharp poked at his arm. Another hand pushed a needle deeper into his forearm. Blood rushed to his head as consciousness washed over him. 
 
 What happened Jeremiah? 
 
 There was a moment of silence. 
 
 You'll have to be a bit more specific John. You've been asleep for some time now. 
 
 A voice chuckled behind him. His arm began to throb from the needle now. He flexed his grip as if to test his strength. 
 
 Before I went under... Something happened. Something in here. 
 
 He gestured loosely with his left arm to the space around them and connected with another body. 
 
 Watch it Johnny boy, would n't want to hurt anyone now would we? 
 
 He grasped at jacket attached to the voice. Someone yelled out. He pulled it close. 
 
 I saw you screaming Jeremiah. Tell me what happened. 
 
 Another needle broke the skin on his neck. He stifled a moan as his grip relaxed and fell to his side. Slumped against the hands that held his shoulders he stared at the white walls before him. 
 
 There were miscalculations. 
 
 What do you mean? 
 
 His vision began to return as the effect of the adrenaline reached his nervous system. Details began to emerge. 
 
 John, I am not Jeremiah. 
 
 Jeremiah was conducting the experiment. He would be here if I woke up. 
 
 John, the miscalculations... How long were you meant to sleep for? 
 
 Two years. 
 
 John... It's been fifty.
