A tension grasps the hibernation chamber room.  The sour-sweet stink of the fluids speckling the surroundings thickens it further.  A weird heat seems to drift the anxious crowd.<br/><br/>Then the elevator begins to grind down, heading to the decks below.<br/><br/>And in the emergency hatch, a darkness so absolute as to be palpable swallows E-Deck, clapping shut over all detail like a slice of solid black lacquer.<br/><br/>Kat's navel bulges out in a profound peak of some four inches, stretching terrifically and then receding with vibrating pulses.