You wipe away the condensation with the sleeve of your jumper.
And jump back suddenly as half-mad eyes stare at you from the other side of the glass! It's your father, nude except for a pair of briefs and shaking from head to foot. His breath steams between lips blue from the cold, and frost gathers in his eyebrows. He begins to beat on the side of the tube, shouting something to you, but the thick glass muffles the sound of his voice.
It's clear you need to get him out before he freezes to death. You locate what looks to be a control panel on the side of the machine and...
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