Darkness. Silence. Then a short, sharp shift, ending almost immediately with the sound of his body hitting the wood. He screams, although from the sound it is clear that his mouth is covered by something. After attempting to sit up, he immediately hits his head on something. He moves frantically, only to find that he is encased in something. There is a spark and then a flame. He is illuminated by the flame of the Zippo he holds in his hands, tied together in front of him with a rope. A dirty, rolled rag is tied tightly around his head and stretched over his mouth. With great difficulty, and still holding the lit Zippo in his hand, Paul removes the muzzle from his mouth. “What...? What is this?" He wonders as panic rises in his throat. The claustrophobia hits immediately as he realizes his situation “Oh my God! Help me!! Help me!!” He kicks and slams his hands against the top and sides of the coffin. His violent movements cause small grains of sand to enter the space between the sides and top of the coffin, as well as a small gap that exists between one of the broken wooden planks of the coffin. “Someone help me! Please!!" It becomes clear to him that he is buried. He tries his best to calm down, even though he has trouble catching his breath. His eyes widen a little when he sees an exposed, rusty nail. He desperately tries to use the nail to cutting the old frayed ropes binding him is no easy task. After a long struggle, the rope quickly breaks free. The silence is soon broken . The dimmed sight of a strange bluish light flickers in the coffin, at Paul's feet. He turns on the... center of the paper... To fill the coffin faster, Paul removes the buttoned shirt from his body and it. sticks in the area where it enters with the highest volume. Darkness. The sound of the sand pouring down. All that remains is a flashing bar, indicating that Paul has very little battery life. He frees his hand from the pile of sand now covering it and looks at his watch. It's 8.31pm. Paul tries to control his breathing, realizing full well that there won't be many more breaths he'll be able to take. Then call Dan Brenner. After a few rings, Brenner answers. Paul? Yes? We triangulated the signal from the phone number you gave us. Three F-16s flattened parts of the city a few minutes ago. I know. I heard it. --