The bandaged man yawns and sits up within the confines of a small wooden box.

"Small box.... Vincent has it finally happened?"

He scrambles about excitedly among his possessions for a clean white skull and stares at it uncertainly for a moment.

"No, you are correct, entirely the wrong dimensions for a coffin. and.." he knocks at the wall of it. "Yes.. air on the other side, most troubling."

He searches his person for a particular piece of parchment, being unable to currently recall the whereabouts of his contract.

"So then Vincent, via what means shall we extricate our persons from this box?"