You panic during your journey, your arms reaching around in the darkness trying to find anyway to get out. The ride is uncomfortable, with various bumps and jolts leading you to crash about. Your eye’s do not get accustomed to the light and you are completely blind the entire time. You are almost hyperventilating, you little chest heaving in and out. Your legs feel weak and eventually you rest your back against one of the alls. There is not quite enough room for you to sit down comfortable, so you stay standing up. Eventually, the noise of the engine stops and so does your heart, as you feel your box being lifted up. You hear mumbles and giggles. You wonder if you should make a dash for it as they open the door, wonder whether to your knees or plead for your life. Hell, you could try and play along with it if you weren’t so terrified.

There is a creak of light that hurts your eyes and then the entire door to the box falls. The light blinds you and all you can see is a white light as a couple of silhouettes come into view.