Talk to the Croc
"What do you want from me?"
You get no response from the beady red eyes. You make an attempt to
stand from your kneeling position and the white light once again turns
to darkness, the man appears, and you are back inside the trunk. This
time, however, there is no crocodile.
You are still crammed inside the trunk, but something else is in there
with you. You feel a slither across your right arm and a chill runs
through you.
Rather confused about the situation, you try to figure out what is
going on. Doing the only thing you can think of, you shout at the
crocodile.
