[i]"Well that answers that. They're dead. They really shot themselves in the foot this time. Thank God there are other ships"[/i]

Tyler could only silently process all the information as it was given to him, he was having a hard enough time dealing with waking up. That he had apparently been in stasis for over 200 years was easy enough for him to swallow, but it did have horrifying consequences to life on earth, if it was true. Thrown on top of the escalating severity of bad news that was presented to him was now that apparently most of the people who shared his satellite with him in stasis, for whatever technical reason, and that only he and a select other few had even managed to survive. Still-- maybe this was the only pod that had any deaths? Maybe everyone else went back to earth 150 years ago? That didn't seem ideal, but it was certainly preferable to some alternatives. Maybe all the other satellites were okay? There were plenty of other satellites... right?

Seeing where the man went, and taking the cue to look out of window close to his Cryopod, Tyler observed what at any other moment would have been a majestic sight of a lifetime. After 200 years of dreaming he was above the 4th rock from the sun he could never imagine this vibrancy this... life... coming from it. But that was the earth. While he couldn't confirm the status of every satellite attached to theirs, he could clearly see the damage to the one he was in-- and the copious debris floating in the space between him and the Earth did not bode well for the others. 

"...Christ..." Tyler found himself muttering as he processed the sight, another tragedy, more and more he wanted to just go back into his Cryopod and sleep until it ran out of power. He knew he couldn't, but he didn't want to feel this- this all consuming dread. No actions came to his mind that would relieve his despair, for now, he just had to feel it.

He made his way back his Cryochamber, right around where the newly formed group was meandering, he felt sapped. He leaned up against the glass and slid to the ground, cradling his head as he sat. Another realization came to him. Even if the function the to descend back into Earth orbit works-- it's been 200 years, the projected landing spot would be in a completely different place, there would probably be no operators to help with the landing-- this is assuming the heavily damaged can even survive reentry. And on top of all that-- it woke them up BEFORE going back! Were their bodies really prepared to handle those G-forces? They'd surly have atrophied much more than NASA had calculated.

Tyler sighed. He was over thinking things. He didn't need to do that now, he needed a plan, what should he do if the craft returns to earth? What if it doesn't? 

The man who had been observing another satellite window returned to 'the group,' "Well, the fact that the ship woke us up must mean somethings working. I guess we'd better just wait until something happens" he said, "I'm Thomas by the way."

"Tyler," he responded to Thomas, from his sitting position, 'just wait?' Something occurred to him. [i]What about being cryostasis 150 years longer than expected?[/i] He spoke up, "Is everyone here feeling okay? The muscle and bone atrophy might be much more than NASA accounted for... Don't stand if you don't need to." He closed his eyes and leaned against the Cryochamber, "We need to conserve our energy. Especially if we'll be experiencing normal gravity soon."