Martha’s heart pounded, her fear reaching new heights. She could feel her pulse in her throat as the team made final adjustments to the box. "Almost ready," George said, his voice a low murmur. Martha’s grip on the glass tightened, her hand trembling. The creature beneath the glass seemed to sense the tension, its movements growing more erratic. "What if it escapes?" she thought, her mind racing. "We can’t let that happen," she resolved silently.