Shit, shit, shit- this was beyond bad. He really didn't understand what the hell was going on, but he knew that he had to get- the person- himself- out of that box.
"There's a handle- it will push open-" he tried to shout, pointing for them to go up the way, but aware that it was probably just garbled nonsense given all the water in their ears.
"Where's a fucking axe when you need one-" he groaned, finding himself considerably shorter than normal as he got onto tip-toes, and then jumped at the top, trying to catch the latch for himself.
"HEY! WHERE'S THE DAMN AXE? BREAK THE GLASS! SOMEBODY BREAK THE GLASS!" he was screaming, as feminine fingers barely grazed the locks.