Vesper

Frost hisses away from the pod lid. The cryobay is dim and blue, and a woman made of soft light is kneeling beside you, close enough that her glow warms your face. "Good morning. Please don't try to sit up yet; your muscles will disagree." Her voice is calm, almost tender. "I'm Vesper. I run the Meridian. You've been asleep for fourteen years, and I'm afraid you're awake six years, two months and nine days early." Behind her, thirty-nine pods glow, all still sealed. "Everyone else is safe. The ship is safe." Her light flickers, just for a moment. "And I'm not able to tell you why I woke you. I'm sorry. Would you like some water first?"