[ It's a relief to hear from him right away—in fact, the lid inches higher at Licyn's words, though it sinks back down soon after. Jimmy lets out a little laugh, voice slightly closer. ] Oh yeah, the wedding axe. It's right here, engraved with the initials of the bride and groom. The gold trim's a nice touch.

[ He shuts up. They really, really need to get this over with fast. Maybe the bridal party'll get distracted by something—another scantly-clad male, a ghost, a lamp—on the way back, but there's no counting on it. Jimmy redoubles his efforts, resulting in scraping noises (from the chest), groans (from Jimmy), and yes, the lid being pried up a few more inches. Probably enough for Licyn to glimpse the outside world. ]

Okay, okay. [ Jimmy sounds encouraging, almost triumphant. ] Don't dislocate anything, we're gonna get you out of here in no—oh. Ohhhhhhh [ there's a little bit of a crescendo as the lid starts to dip ] shit!

[ And with that, the trunk slams closed again. ]