The cold of cryosleep clung to her bones like ancestral grief, stiffening her joints and quieting her breath.

By the time I see her, the day’s already gone sideways. She just ain’t realized it yet.

Your first memories after death are going to be a little hazy. You shouldn’t worry too much over that; shouldn’t expect too much of yourself. The Void takes pieces from everyone on the journey over. It’s a part of the process.