An ear-splitting wail echoed through the house as Walter entered from the garage. His wife, Abby, sat in the kitchen, and by the distressed look on her face, he knew Logan's cries were bothering her again.

"Oh, honey," he says and hugs her from behind. "How long has he been crying like that?"

"I've tried everything, Walter!" Abby broke down into sobs. "He's been fed, changed, bathed, and burped! I even took his temperature! I don't know what to do now. He keeps crying!"

After becoming parents a month ago, everything in the couple's lives changed. And if there was something that really distressed Walter, it was Logan's cries.

"Come, we'll figure this out together," Walter said and took Abby to Logan's room.

He cheerfully approached Logan's crib. But all he saw in the crib was a dictaphone and a note. Walter pressed the stop button on the dictaphone, and Logan's cries stopped.

"What did you do?" Abby called from behind. Walter wasn't listening. He held the note and zoned out. It wasn't until Abby snatched the note from his hand and opened it that he realized what had occurred.

"I warned you that you'd regret being rude to me.

If you want to see your baby again, leave $200,000 in the luggage storage lockers near the pier.

If you go to the police, you'll never see him again."

"Oh my God!" Abby gasped. "What does it mean? Was I rude to someone? Were you? Who would kidnap Logan?"

Walter recalled the janitor he'd mistreated at the maternity hospital. He was bringing a cute bear-shaped pot for Abby while she was admitted to the hospital, but the pot broke when he tripped over the janitor's broom.

Furious, Walter called the man awful names, and the janitor said, "You'll regret it!"

"We'll have to go to the police, honey," Walter said, snapping out of his thoughts. "It must be him!"

"What? The note says we'll never see Logan again if we go to the police, Walter. We should just pay the ransom!"

"We don't know if he'll return Logan if we do that. Think about it, honey. This guy is a janitor... there's no way he'd know if we went to the police, and since we know where he works, they might be able to go straight to the maternity hospital, arrest him, and bring Logan home to us."

Abby agreed.

Walter parked their car outside the station. He and Abby were about to exit the vehicle when Walter's phone buzzed with a message.

"This is your first and last warning. If you enter that police station, your kid's going into the bay. Get the money to the location mentioned below."

Abby gasped as she read the message, and Walter looked around, trying to spot the kidnapper. But there were too many people. The only way to rescue Logan now was to pay the ransom.

Walter decided to drive to the bank right away, but Abby's condition deteriorated. She threw up once and was about to throw up for a second time. It was better to drive her home, Walter decided.

"Don't hate me for it, honey, but that's the best for you," he said. And Abby didn't protest.

"Fine…But Walter…does that kidnapper even know about caring for a newborn?" she asked and broke down into tears.

Walter said nothing and drove her home. But his imagination wasn't immune to dark thoughts. He kept imagining Logan in a dark room, crying for help that never came.

Somehow pulling himself together, Walter drove to the bank. Then he visited the storage locker mentioned by the kidnapper and placed the money inside it.

There were too many people around for him to spot the janitor, but Walter knew he would be somewhere nearby, watching him. So Walter returned to his car, drove a short distance, and parked around the lockers again. It wasn't long before he spotted the janitor from the maternity hospital.

The janitor opened the locker. Walter sat up straighter, but then a tourist group walked past, hiding the janitor from view.

"Move it!" Walter snapped.

Painful minutes stretched out as the tourists headed toward one of the statues. After the last few people in the group eventually passed the lockers, Walter swore. The janitor had disappeared.