Survivor(male)

"Allen! Allen come quick. his wife's voice came in all choppy on the communicator."You need to see this, someones alive!"

"What!?" Allen dropped what he was doing and made his way as fast as he could over to the med lab.

"Look," his wife stood trembling over a table where a black haired middle aged man laid in front of her.

Allen neared the body. The man was as bare as the day he was born, skin all pallid and cold, but otherwise he was breathing.

"How is this possible?"

"Does it matter? Jesus Allen hes freezing! Help me find some blankets."

They ripped the sheets from the other beds and placed them over him.

"Hello, can you hear me, my name is Veronica Hannisen, were here to rescue you and your crew."

The man's eyes lay closed, occasionally he shivered a bit but other than that was still.

"What should we do?" Veronica looked up at her husband.

"He's recovering from the effects of hypothermia," Allen stated."We should bring him back to our med bay and hook him up for diagnostics."