Something has obviously gone wrong. "Do you like my new boom box, Hirlem?" He faintly hears Roudie's voice in the backround. Monie says something also. He looks at the shiny nutshell of technology in front of him. It's new alright. In the reflection off the boom box's digital window, he sees Monie cleaning the dried blood off the side of Roudie's face. He finds the headphone jack on the backside of the box. He puts the plug in, and pulls it out. In. Out. In. Out. It's a very snug fit. Too snug to have accidentally fallen out. As he puts it in one last time, his hand grazes an object that seems to have lodged itself behind the box. He grabs what feels like a very small plastic case. It is. He hears Roudie say, "I'm OK." He's far from OK.
