Wait a minute. Since when did you carry an asthma inhaler around with you?
This isn't your bag.
You desperately try to scramble out the way you came, but something, you don't know what, causes the bags above to lurch and fall. The slim ray of light marking your escape route is blocked out, and you are all alone in pitch darkness.
You explore your prison for the remainder of the examination, wondering what the strangely textured items that you find could possibly be. When you feel the tremors that indicate the standing of several dozen giants, you run towards the bottom, finding somewhere safe where you won't be squished when the bag becomes upright.
It's a nerve shredding few minutes before you feel sudden weightlessness, the very walls around you hefted an impossible distance into the air by unseen muscles. The cacophony of the tumbling items around you is deafening, but you remain secure in your safe space.
The motion of the bag carrier walking isn't so bad. A mild swaying is all that you have to put up with. You're glad that you're cushioned by this small packet of handkerchiefs.
Wait, handkerchiefs? You can see again! Looking upwards, you can see that the top of the bag is letting light in again. You could try climbing out, if you really wanted to.
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