The deliveryman's van has finally stopped. He picks up the box that you are lying helpless inside and carries you while he walks. It is a bit bumpy, but not bad. He sets you down with a thud.
"Huh, oh packages go to the cage," a deep male voice said.
"This is special delivery. C.O.D., Coach Mark," said the delivery man.
"C.O.D.? How much?" asked Mark. You can hear a chair moving on casters a hard floor.
The deliveryman must have handed Mark the bill. The chair goes sliding backward thumping against the wall.
"That much? What's in the box? Solid gold?"
"Heh, you forget already. It's for that Ramirez kid, his ticket to citizenship," says the deliveryman slyly.
"Oh, the swapsuit!" exclaimed Mark excitedly. He grabs the box. There's brief tug of war. The deliveryman wins.
"C.O.D. remember," says the deliveryman, "Then you can open the box."