As Dorothy searched for things to jog her memory she looked over the partially erased equation on the board. She sat at her desk and tried to type on the keyboard attached to the shot computer. Nothing worked, even as She stared into the face of the other Dorothy the memories stayed locked. The room was eerie as the emergency lighting gave the room deep shadows. The lowered environmentals started to have an effect. The air was colder and the lowered oxygen levels made you feel out of breath. The terminal with the password screen was the brightest light in the room.

Pulling a chair from the office she sat at the terminal and started typing. Tying the code on the paper.
"Access denied."
date of birth. 
"Access denied."
Favorite color with favorite number.
"Access denied."
Date she graduated from college.
"Access denied."
Personal measurements/ Numbers on the cryo tube/ Dates in reverse/ Personal SNS number/ Jasons personal SNS/ Jasons date of birth/ Jasons secrete access code...
"Access denied. Access denied. Access denied. Access denied. Access denied. Access denied. Access granted....."
"Security lock out disabled...."

Chris walked in still holding the stun rifle. "How goes the lock out?"