[Noah wasn't buried the first time and he's kind of freaking out now that he's buried. He's got enough to deal with, having an existential crisis of already being dead, for fuck's sake here.
So he's curled up as much as he can holding his phone and using it as a light source, trembling and crying when there's a harsh bang on the lid. Something solid. Like something hit it.
Noah quickly hits at the lid as hard as he can. He can't move it, but it gives a clear signal - yes, someone is in here. Living, well, that's complicated.]
Scenario 2
So he's curled up as much as he can holding his phone and using it as a light source, trembling and crying when there's a harsh bang on the lid. Something solid. Like something hit it.
Noah quickly hits at the lid as hard as he can. He can't move it, but it gives a clear signal - yes, someone is in here. Living, well, that's complicated.]
I'm down here! I'm in here!