Mechanical hisses and clicks fade in, though you are reasonably sure that they never actually stopped. (This is good, they shouldn't have stopped yet.) You are strongly aware of a dull, painful throbbing feeling, and you doubt that it is being caused by the unusual blue lighting. (The color blue is very important.) It doesn't take a genius to figure out what has happened (This will be easy, perhaps too easy.); you must have hit your head on one of the nearby bunks.

You seem to have forgotten who you are and what you are supposed to be doing, but you take it in stride and refuse the notion of panic. Perhaps there are some clues to be found nearby?