He's petrified.

Dan doesn't know how it happened. Somehow, he fell, tumbled, tumbled more, and then, bam, landed. The wind was knocked out of him. But that wasn't the worst part. He spent the next five hours having his three inch tall body jostled around in the box along with all of the items.

It's your moving box.

You've just decided to move. Little did you know, when you opened your box full of cutlery as you arrived in your new apartment, you would see a tiny man, Don, covered in cuts and huddled up, terrifed.

Meanwhile, he's staring up at you, scared out of his mind, as you stare down at him. Just great...