Something clicked in Morty's brain, evidenced by how his eyes widened a bit. Without a word, he turned and hurried back into the house. He was moving so fast that he nearly ran right into Jerry. He tensed, barely an inch away from him and his carton of ice cream, then skirted around him without much care.

"S-Sorry, Dad!" He called without looking over his shoulder. Once in the living room, Morty snagged the cable box from below the TV, hardly mindful of the wires connecting the devices. 

The crystal cast soft pink light on his hand as he reached for it. He tugged at it, and when it was pried loose it sent a few sparks flying. Morty cursed under his breath at how hot it was in his hand. He returned the cable box where it had been, and quickly went back to the garage.

Offering the crystal to Rick, Morty stole a peek at what was on the table. "What is that?" He couldn't help his curiosity - it was better than feeling numb.