My Great-Aunt Anne's Sea Chest. I found it in my parent's attic when I was about five. It was the perfect place to hide when I didn't want to be found. Only Hanu knew where it was, and I think by the time he found me inside the first time, he'd been looking for a couple of days. There was a lot of her stuff inside. At first, I made a bed out of the linens, and would sometime sleep in there when I felt particularly lonely. As I got older, and bigger, I had to pull stuff out, and I tossed it aside until the chest was nearly empty. Little did I know what I was doing.