 Why didn’t David awaken the woman first?
Over the mesh-covered speaker, two knobs glowed red. I reached down to the tightness that held my body, found the wide strap that held me and fumbled with the buckle. There was no sensation of place, no feeling of up or down, no direction. "Your name is David Corbin." Now it must tell me why I didn't. "Do not begin operations until the others are removed from suspension." He was as still as death, motionless without warmth or breath as I hovered over him. I dared not try to operate anything. Revive the others ... instructions without knowledge were useless to me. Everything lay in readiness, fastened down star charts, instruments, glittering equipment. It waited for human hands to make it operate. The ports on the side were shielded and I stared out at static energy, hung motionless in a world of searing light. What speeds and perhaps, what distance? I went from the nose to the last bulkhead in a frenzy of floating motion, looking behind each door until I went as far as I could. They both ended in the lead shield that was set where the swell of the curve was biggest. It meant the engine or engines took up half the ship, cut off from the forward half by the instrument studded shield. The silence was a force in itself, pressing down from the metal walls, driving me back to the comforting smallness of the room where I had been reborn.
 He found her beautiful and didn’t want to harm her.
 He had amnesia and forgot.  She was important to the mission.  He stumbled and hurt himself.  He found her beautiful and didn’t want to harm her.