I wake for the second time to people moving around me. I’ve never passed out once in my life before this trip, and now I’ve done it twice in as little as a few hours. Even that time I broke my arm and through my many migraines, I stayed conscious. But I guess there’s no fighting blood loss and a possible concussion.
A crate moves over me, then a flight chair. The unmistakable zoom-zoom of a power drill woke me. I turn my head on my makeshift bed of a blanket on the floor to see Kazuo and Gen unbolting another chair from one end of the life pod and moving it to the other.