Eric slid out of the tube and on to the warm asphalt of the street. The real sunlight made it unbarable to keep his eyes open, but as he slowly walked around his capsule, they adjusted to the light. The capsule was just that, a capsule made of some type of metal and was buried about 4 inches into the concrete.
The street he was standing in was completely empty, except for a single car parked half way on the side walk 50 meters down the way. His white hospital gown blew gently in the wind as he stared at the empty and silent street, whose unattended cracks and potholes yeilded weeds and creeping vines that spiraled up the sides of empty buildings.
Eirc sat on the edge of his capsule and put his head in his hands.
“Where is everyone? How did I get here? Why cant I remember anything?”
He lifted his head from his hands to find he was crying.

Back on Mars:

“Awe! Look at him!” She said as she plopped back down on the couch next to her older brother.
“They always cry on the first day.”