He felt lost.
He was stuck in a dark space that felt like it was getting smaller and smaller. Constricting all of his senses. Fear filled his chest, making his breath come in short, rapid bursts. He couldn't see, and he couldn't hear anything but the sound of his own rapid breaths.
The small space kept closing in on him, hitting his arms and legs, scratching painfully. He had no idea what the material of the space was, but it burned his skin, causing painful welts all over his body. He could feel the pain, but he couldn't see why. He could only feel the panic setting in as a sticky, warm substance began to coat his fingers and he screamed.
"-drew. Andrew!" A name, a voice that sounded familiar filled his ears followed by a scent. It felt…familiar, and soothing. The space suddenly didn't feel so small, and he felt his breath come in smoother, but still short breaths.
