"Five more minutes," he mumbled, reaching out toward what his tired mind assumed was an alarm clock somewhere nearby. His hand collided with some kind of thick glass.
He opened his eyes a second time, and this time, they stayed open.
He could only take his surroundings in through a narrow window of glass. What was this - some kind of spaceship? Through the glass he could see a row of strange pods, filled with sleeping people, just like he must have been. How did he get here? His memory was all jumbled, and slow - a recruiter, a vivid nightmare of a competition - Chase made a couple fists with his gloved hands and banged on the window of his pod. "What - hey - let me out!"
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