you woke up in the box cold air hitting your face. You sat there for hours it felt like. You sat there until there was a stream of light and whispers and yelling but one voice stood out in particular

"Come on now you can't stay in there forever greenie" A British accent rings in your ear and you looked up to see blurs of color and shadows but almost as if the lens on a camera everything goes clear. You see a hand reaching out to you to help you up our of the box.