I felt coldness... an unexlplained coldness. I felt my veins pobbing in my arms. All I felt was pain, but yet I couldn't feel anything at all. i coudn't hear anything, nor could I say anything... no matter how much I tried. Was I Dead? I coudn't tell... not at all. I tried to sit up, but something was holding me down. I couldn't tell what it was. But it felt wet... kinda stringy from rain maybe. Uh its dirty in here. I am finally able to lift up my hand and I open my eyes to see wood. And I realizied it... I was buried alive! I panicked but then I remembered something that Spike had told me; Don't Panic. You'll only lose air quicker. I tried to calm myself down but then quickly dicovered that it wasn't working. I then remembered my Slayer strength, gently using my foot to bend the wood, discovering that the wood was weak, and fragile. After bending most of the wood, i was able to then move my hands up to push open the rest of the coffin. Dirt then piled on me, causing dirt to fall in my eyes, ears, nose and mouth. I started to push the dirt off me, feeling my heart beat faster and faster. I knew I was running out of air, slowly suffacting. I felt my body become weak and starting to give up, but I knew I couldn't let myself die... again. I wondered if the gang knew I was dead. Steven obvisouly knew, but did Donna, Eric and Fez know? It scared me to think that they knew. I was beginning to panic faster and faster, and then i felt metal against my leg...