 Why did everyone have to wake up?
There was no sensation of place, no feeling of up or down, no direction. Four people in all, depending on a blind helpless fool who didn't know their names or the reason for that dependence. It meant the engine or engines took up half the ship, cut off from the forward half by the instrument studded shield. I had literally been reborn in this room, equipped with half ideas, and no point to start from, no premise to seek. Complete amnesia would have been terrible enough but this half knowledge, part awareness and association with the ship was a frightening force that seemed ready to break out of me.
 Everyone had their own job on the ship that needed doing.
 Everyone had to help fly the ship so it wouldn't crash into the G type star.  Everyone worked in pairs in the same position so they needed their partners.  Everyone had their own job on the ship that needed doing.  Everyone remembered small elements of what was going on and wanted to keep the information to themselves.