Valerie quickly picked Phil up and deposited him in her backpack. It was her smaller pink canvas pack that she kept her clothes, makeup, and toiletries in. Phil plummeted into the pink bag and landed against the side on top of a folded piece of silky material. Phil grabbed at the material but couldn’t get a grip. It gave way under him and he began to slide down the side of the backpack. He didn’t stop until he got to the bottom, buried deep under a stack of Valerie’s extra clothes.
Phil looked around in the dim pinkish gloom of Valerie's backpack. He could see some girly toiletry items to his left, and a giant hairbrush a little way up against the side. Phil sidled over to the left and bumped into a bottle of nail polish and bumped open a round tan container that had been balanced on top spilling a deluge of fine creamy-tan colored powder that cascaded over him. Phil coughed and choked on the dust, then the giant hairbrush slid down right on top of him pinning him in place.