The man inside the box looked out. Wait. What? No, how could she be outside if she was inside? In the dim reflection she saw she was a man, or something like that. She felt sort of mannish but really now was not the time.
There was another blub-blub. She tried to use her magic to escape. There was nothing. No magic. No air. Celestia, she was going to pass out. There was just that awful feeling of blood rushing to her head and the suffocation of water in her lungs.