Feign drifts into wakefulness once again, to feel the pressure all around him.  Like most days when his egg is moved, he tries to press at the hard walls, half expecting them to once again remain unforgiving, serving only to build the strength in his arms and coils...<br/><br/>Today however, there is a sound that brings him to full alertness.  The sudden pop of the egg's shell reverberates through the gel inside.  With his coils he writhes around, feeling for the weak point where the shell gave way.  It takes little time before his hands are almost instinctively on the point, feeling along the weakened shell for a second before pushing hard on the one sliver of actual light that he has seen in over a year.<br/><br/>He can hear and feel the fluid slowly draining from the crack.  Soon he really will finally be reborn into the world.