A 16 year old Diana Gordon sat in a booth at her favorite rave spot, it was a secret party held in a warehouse called the Gideon factory, it was the site of many gruesome jigsaw murders and she was drawn in by it. Their history was one and the same. Diana was wearing a black dress, combat boots and was drinking something that tasted like ever clear. Her boyfriend, a twenty two year old guy named Daniel, She never really decided to learn his last name and in turn he didn't learn hers, was sitting next to her sucking down shots of what seemed like a amber colored substance but in the multicolored lights she never knew what it really was. They where both very drunk and getting their way to wasted.

"Let's dance baby", Daniel, who had light brown curly hair and looked a little sickly at times, pulled Diana towards the flashing lights and the moving mass of sweaty drunk and stoned people. Techno was playing as they moved themselves with the body of flamboyant people. Bright multicolored lights flashed on the dance floor and they became very sweaty very fast. Diana's best friend and fellow jigsaw survivor Corbett Denlon waded past the people with her own little sweet tart attached to her arm. Where as Diana had grown into curly light brown locks and a nose that was a little too big on her face, Corbett had long black hair and looked like a rare beauty. It was probably due to her heritage. the Indian blood that she had from her mom, and the white blood from her dad, mixed into a very beautiful Corbett.

"Hey Di, Iggy and I are gonna blow this joint, can you get Danny there to give you a ride home" from the looks of things, Corbett was gonna do a lot more than go home drunk. And so, it everything went right was Diana.

The next morning Diana woke to a warm bed and an even warmer body wrapped around her. The body snuggled closer to her. She sat up and turned her head to see her boyfriend Daniel. He was awake and looking at her. His eyes were red and he sighed.

"What is wrong Daniel" Diana rolled over to look into his eyes. He was looking at her, but not just looking, seeing. He was giving the same look that her father and Adam give each other. The same look of love longing and hope.

"You saved me, did you know that, you saved me". He turned around and looked her square in the face.

"I don't know what you are talking about Daniel"

"I love you Diana and I always will; only you can make the nightmares go away. You saved me and I don't even know your last name."

"Daniel, I do not know what you are thinking but this is way too fast. None of us wanted it to go any farther than this. I had no idea you felt that way about me." At that he lay on his back and stayed silent for a minute. With a strong voice he spoke

"I was in a jigsaw game when I was younger. There where a few of us trapped in this house. It was slowly being pumped with poison gas, the kind that eats your insides. I was stuck in there because I was doing bad things." He ended up telling her everything. But when he got to the part of the bathroom he hesitated. "The door to that horrid place we got to was a dirty grungy yellow I will never see that color ever again without seeing what was behind it"

"What was behind it" Diana asked but she knew she didn't really want to know. If it was worse than the house then she didn't want to know.

She remembered her own game and the cold steel of the gun that was held to her face and the man jigsaw prompted to do it. She found that one person that she could sympathize with, purely out of a mutual understanding was Daniel.

"It was some sort of abandoned industrial bathroom. The lights where bright but not the room" he shuddered at the thought of it. "There was blood everywhere, and there was a dead body in the corner. The other one, the one closest to the door, was a" and here he shuddered again "a, a foot. It was chained to a pipe. It was the worst thing to ever see and I never want to see it again." He continued on with his story, again sparing no details.

Diana was listening to what he was saying but she didn't hear it. In fact her mind was drawn back to an early memory of her father and Adam. Diana was maybe twelve and had just run away. She had felt that her father and Adam didn't care as much as they used to. They where fighting all of the time and completely ignored her. She had been on the run for two days and had nowhere to go. So she decided to go home. She had gotten into her home and was ready to announce her arrival when she heard her father crying.

"I just can't do it anymore Adam, I just can't. She ran away because of me, I just know it." He had his head in his hands and Adam was holding on to him.

"She did not run away because of you, the police are still searching for her and I promise that they will find her"

"How do you know that Adam, how do you really know that?" He looked up and she saw his beet red eyes, the blue in them looked dull and lifeless. "I wasn't that good of a father to her, I never was. Now she is gone, because of me" at that he cried again.

"Don't worry Lawrence" Adam was saying, hugging him with his head on Lawrence's back. "She will be back" her father looked into Adams eyes and gave him the love look. They started kissing, each one getting more passionate than the last. At that moment Diana decided to make her presence known. They where surprised to get caught in that position, and with their missing daughter no less but they where happy to have her home.

"Every moment I spat out blood, I was getting worse and worse and it was terrifying me." He was still remembering his story and the gruesome details. Inside she knew that she would have to tell him her story, but could she do it?