After a year of being on the Arlington, it was time for Logan to be frozen. Being that he was a doctor, they asked him to be one of the last to be cryogenically frozen in order to help with the others who were less inclined to science. He had been promised time to study science and perhaps even practice a bit of medicine while on the 50 year voyage to Rivina, but he discovered that he was lied to. Other than the crew of the ship, meaning those who have to oversee the journey, everyone was to be frozen. He inhaled deeply as he stepped into the freezer-like pod. Had it not been lines with a material that would cradle the skin cells instead of completely freezing them, he might have instantly stuck to the pod and suffered from frost bite. Something he would have been annoyed by, to say the least.<br/><br/>He glared over at the technician who was strapping him in and hooking him up. He didn't want to be there, but he didn't want to disrupt the order of things either. "How long to I have to be in here?" he asked, just before the door was closed. The technician, who happened to be a kindly looking older man with graying hair smiled at him. "Only about 20 years or so. Then we have to let you out to stretch." Averting his eyes from the man's kind smile, he huffed. "Fine."<br/><br/>He closed his eyes as the door was shut, wondering if he'd be able to dream while he was frozen, though he knew it wasn't likely. Taking another deep breath and inhaling the oxygen from the tank he was now hooked into. It was only 20 years, no problem, he thought.<br/><br/>The next thing he realized, he was jarred away by the sound of a loud clank. His eyes shot open as he looked around. His heart was racing a bit as he was a bit startled. He slowly glanced around the room as he waited for his vision and his brain to catch up and function together. His body was limp for a moment, and he could feel the chill of the cryopod against his skin. When he finally found the strength to move, he pushed open the door to the freezer, as it was busted open but not broken. When he took a step out, he wobbled for a moment before toppling over.<br/><br/>After another good look at his surroundings from a different angle, he realized where he was. He recognized it as the cryochamber on Arlington, but the ship seemed to be damaged. Pods were missing, some strewn about with dead bodies hanging from them. His heart pounded a little faster as he realized that something had gone wrong. He wanted to call out, to ask for help, to see if anyone else had survived whatever happened, but when he tried he choked. His throat had not yet warmed up enough for him to speak clearly and his memory seemed somewhat fuzzy for a moment longer.