Taff had gotten progressively more worried as time ticked by. He was kicking the lid, trying desperately to shift it with his bodyweight before turning his attention to the sides. But nothing. No luck. They wouldn't budge.
He fell back against the bottom, laying in the trunk that was beginning to feel more and more like a coffin. He started crying, realising that he couldn't get out, and he'd picked a hiding place he purposely knew Tristan wouldn't find!
Was it air-tight? He was starting to find it harder to breathe! And the darkness was so absolute, his own panting echoing back at him. It felt like it was getting smaller! What if it was a shrinking chest!? He'd be crushed!
It was at that moment, as he lay in the darkness, tears streaming down his cheeks that something large, with a lot of legs, scurried over his arm. Taff screamed.