Oh oh, this is fun! I wanna play!! My paragraph:

It had been years since I had seen Emerson and here I was staring at his dismembered ring finger. I hurriedly shoved the envelope into my coat pocket and rushed off of the train. I looked in every direction knowing it would be fruitless. Panic started to take over and I had so many memories flooding back to me at once. Where was Emerson? If he was dead, why would I have his finger? I had to find out, fast.