“You’re not dead. That’s already better than most people’s first day back.”Alex turned to find a man leaning against the doorway of the medical bay, early thirties maybe, tool belt slung low on his hips, a grin that looked like it got used often. “Sorry?”“Kai Bellows. Maintenance, same crew you’re assigned to.” He stuck out a hand. “Dr. Reyes radioed ahead, said you were up and asking questions. Figured I’d come walk you through your first shift back before you wandered off and electrocuted yourself trying to remember which wire goes where.”Alex shook his hand, and something about the gesture ordinary, easy, a stranger’s hand in his felt like the first solid thing he’d touched since waking up. “I don’t remember much of anything, if I’m honest.”“Nobody does, first week out of transit. I didn’t remember my own last name for two days.” Kai said it like a joke, but something in his eyes suggested it wasn’t entirely one. “It comes back. Mostly.”“Mostly?”“Some stuff just doesn’t. My