[The knocks seem to indicate the casket was hollow, but then a moment later, there was a knock in return. Then several more. Kazuma walks over to pick up his troublesome plush companion.]

Don't touch anything. [The knocking from the box subsides. Whoever or whatever was in there, remains locked inside.] It feels like we're inside a ship, but that detective's home is still outside.

[There's a long creaking noise as the "boat" seems to be turning in one direction. The sound of thunder can be heard in the distance. A storm at sea. The light in the room dimly flickers. Various images of his time on the boat flashes in the darkness. A fight in ship cafeteria, being forced to carry the heavier loads. Hardly any food, and tending to injuries he obtained just to survive on this damn ship. There are marks on one of the walls, indicating he had been marking each day he was out at sea. This was not his dream, it was this foolish prosecutor's dream dammit. So why were they suddenly here?]

...We need to figure out how to open the door.