Cato wakes up slowly. For a few panic-filled seconds, he's certain that he's overslept and is late for a meeting, but then the familiar sensation of the stasis pod cradling him registers on his consciousness.
There's always a moment of disorientation when he's coming out of stasis, but this time it seems to be lasting longer than usual. His head hurts, and his eyes are stubbornly refusing to focus properly. His limbs feel weak and stiff like he's been in here for weeks, or even months. He blinks and tries again to look around, as best he can when his body still isn't cooperating with attempts to sit up.
That's when he notices what else is missing: there's no voice welcoming him back, telling him how long it's been and how pleased Seneca is to see him. In fact, there seems to be no sound at all other than the beeping of the pod and the noises he makes himself. This isn't right. He was only supposed to be in stasis for a few days this time, while Seneca was away at a conference to talk about some new technology that's been discovered. Something must have gone wrong. It might just be that he's woken up early, and Seneca isn't back yet, but the heaviness in his body says differently.
Experimentally, he tries swallowing, then clearing his throat. "Hel—" he starts, and has to stop for a brief coughing fit that forces him over onto his side in the close confines of the stasis pod. "Hello?"