Time passed. It seemed like forever.

Suddenly, there were lots of voices - voices I didn't recognize.

I screeched, barked, and screamed for help, trying to get someone to come get me out. I could tell some heard me, because I heard them talking about the noise I was making.

"What's that noise?"

"Where's it coming from?"

"I think it's coming from under the floor."

"What could be down there?"

"Eh, it's probably just a trapped raccoon, or mouse, or cat, or something."

I whined. No one was coming for me. I continued making noise, waiting for someone to answer my call.

Darkness.

Loneliness.

I wanted to get out.