Frost and De-Frost

Who: Mark McJohn
Where: His cabin
When: Quite a while ago now, while everyone else was on the planet of
the undead and the GELFs were boarding the ship.
This plan, McJohn thought to himself, would either work, or was the
unfortunate product of stupidity and a hangover. In any case, it was
better than being stuck in his own room for what seemed like an
eternity. McJohn sighed, crouched beneath the pile of pillows,
shelves and other odds and ends he'd assembled, and flipped the
detonator switch.
The door was blown apart by the explosion. McJohn kept his head down
to avoid the flying fragments, then got to his feet and left the room.
A few hours later, McJohn wandered into the room where the stasis
booths were located. It was, he thought, odd that he hadn't seen
anyone aboard the Dwarf.
Something hit him over the head and he fell over, unconscious. He
revived just in time to see a dark figure shut the door of the statis
booth he had been shoved into.
*Now*
The door to the booth opened and McJohn stumbled out. How long had he
been in there, he wondered. Depending on the breaks, he might just
qualify for the longest hangover in recorded history.
"How'd you get stuck in there?" the technician asked McJohn.
"I don't remember," McJohn replied. "Well, that's not strictly true.
Someone hit me and pushed me in there."
"Bad luck," said the technician.
"No kidding."
McJohn left and hurried up to the crew's quarters, then ran into Jay,
who had just stormed out of Phil's office. Jay looked at McJohn,
puzzled.
"Where the **** have you been, McJohn?"
"Someone shoved me into a stasis booth," he answered. "Where's the
Captain?"
For the second time in what seemed like only a hour, McJohn felt a
heavy blow to his head, except this time courtesy of Jay's fist.