Jitoru was by now having a pretty hard time moving.  She squirmed around but the space was too small to do anything.  She gave up her struggles and lay still, her breath echoing in her own ears.  The air was moist and warm, and although she couldn't move, it wasn't really uncomfortable.  Well, it was kind of cozy, and really... warm... She felt herself getting drowsy.  At least she wasn't going to die.<br/><br/>(Note: Actually, she probably wouldn't die anyway.  She's immune to really strong acid- she's not your average human, she's actually a girl from a place where the air is saturated with acid and most of the animals there are immune to acid as well.  Her tribe was pretty much wiped out after a nasty incident, and she had to seek a new home.)