"Cedric?" Howard stops fighting for a moment, letting shock overtake panic for a moment. His arms are pinned and he hates that, but it's a small concern next to the fact that he's in a coffin. Probably buried. In the dark. "Cedric, I can't b-breathe..."

What irony, to spend his life worrying about having enough food and water and then forgetting how essential good old air is?