Consciousness came slowly to him at first, but soon surged like a tidal wave through his body. His eyes shot open, yet the poor soul couldn't see a thing. He forgot to breathe as the darkness seemed to solidify around him, and he lost hope quickly. He was doomed to exist in his nightmare indefinitely, and fear wouldn't let him escape. There was nothing he could do, nowhere to run, and he was frozen there. Without the strength to move, he decided to accept it. This is where he would live and die.
He closed his teary eyes and laid in silence and fear there for an unknown amount of time, until he heard a muffled noise resembling a splash. Shocked, he wondered if there was more past the darkness. Feeling around him brought him to the realization that he was trapped, and needed to escape. Fear and lack of oxygen motivated him as he violently pounded against the lid until a satisfying hiss was heard.
Light and air flooded in as the lid gave way. He was eager to leave his prison, still blinded by the sudden abundance of light, but ended up folding under his own weight as quickly as he stood. He was weak, but he could pull through... He tried again, this time slowly, and managed to hold himself in a standing position. There was an admirable piece of architecture reaching for the sky, but he was preoccupied with the handful of people, who wore masks of confusion and worry just as he did. Putting forth all the strength he had, he managed to fake a smile despite his hysteria, in hopes to connect with the others.