Still recovering from the initial shock, you slowly reach down and collect the scraplet of paper.  On it was a message written in cut out magazine prints.

Miss Song,

We are in possession of something of yours...

If you wish for it to be returned, then you will obey our commands...

Bring us the gem...

And it will be returned to you, unharmed...

Your hand is shaking.  This note...is unlike anything you've ever encountered.  The gem?  Something of yours?  What in the world?

You now sit down, sweat rolling down your head.  Something isn't right.  This seems like something in the old detective stories, but right now, it seemed to real.  What do you do?  Wait and question Song?  Get out of here and see if you can find anything about this gem?  What do you do?!

Slowly, your body now lays down on the couch, you head resting next to your box friend.  That's right, you still haven't opened him yet have you?  But is now really the best time?  You need to focus, Jack...Think of something to do...