You pick up the incessantly beeping phone. "Hello?" you ask. A harsh, drawling voice responds. "Where is it?" Where is what? You are about the say the words out loud, when the voice continues. "I don't have time to play games. Return it now. You know what I'll do if you don't." The voice let out a grating laugh, a laugh that sends a chill down your spine. "I've already sent you a warning." A single beep signals the end of the call. What were they talking about? They must have got the wrong number. You put down the phone, you mind racing with questions. For some reason, you're not ready to disregard the call so easily. The clock chimes; it's already eight! You race out the door and into your car, leaving all thoughts of the strange call behind you, yet when you reach the seat the last words of the call echo in your ear. I've already sent you a warning. You stomach twists with apprehension: you have a feeling that something has gone terribly wrong. Your first thought is to go visit your parent's house, half an hour away, but you cannot afford to miss work today. After all, its your big day. What should you do?