After a few more minutes of wheeling through the dark, we arrive at a second room. This one has a series of cameras and a switchboard with a few chairs. Pighead parks me in front of the cameras and sits down at the switchboard. He taps a few buttons and pulls up the room we were just in. The blood's still pooling underneath the flat plates, and with a loud screeeeeeeeeech the hinges creaked open once again, revealing a bloody stump, crushed bone and hair, crushed eyes, crushed brains... it's enough to make anybody vomit.

Pighead turns up the sound on the computer and points towards the corner of the screen. I see footsteps and then I see - and hear - my "friends" entering. They haven't noticed the trap or Jacks' father yet; they're talking about me.

"He's dead, Dina! Dead and won't be returning! You saw that bloody mess on the floor," Jacks is saying as they enter the room.

"That might be the case, but I'm still worried that it might come back to bite us!" Dina protests quietly, holding on to Jacks' arm.

"I know," Jacks comforts her. "When we get out of here we'll go find my dad and tell him our version -"

Jenny lets out a shriek: she's seen the corpse and the trap.

Her shriek catches the other two's attention, and it's here that they see the trap... and who's in it. Jacks lets out a yell. "Oh my god! Dad!"

The looks of shock on their faces and their looks as they rush towards the corpse and then stop are nothing compared to my cold glare. Pighead laughs softly, a kind of short, snorting laugh.

Jenny notices the TV and hits rewind. After a few minutes of rewinding the tape, the noises stop and the tape plays from the beginning. They stop moving and listen to the tape, listen to the so-called detective's crimes. It's when they hear "And in doing so, you threatened the one person who remembered the truth, the one person who remembered everything" that their eyes become wide as saucers and the shock explodes. Jacks falls backwards and Jenny collapses, crying hard. Dina puts her arms around her and hugs her reassuringly.

Jacks stops the tape. "Oh no." He looks at the other two. "Griffith's not dead."

"He has to be dead! We left him back there in that chamber with the bat! He has to be dead! He has to be!" Dina cries. "Keep playing the tape!"

Reluctantly Jacks presses play again. The tape continues onwards, concluding with the knowledge that I have the key to free him. When it ends on "What will you do to help your victim, Detective? Or are you still focused on yourself?" the TV returns to static.

"Will you accept now that he's not dead?!" Jacks cries angrily. "I should've bashed his head in while I was at it! Or slit his throat or something!"

"Jacks, calm down!" Dina says, grabbing his arms and stopping him from hitting the TV. "Griffith is dead, and he won't be coming back. If he did have a key on him, then it died with him. You beat him to death yourself, Jacks. Face it. He's. Dead. And he's not coming back."

I snicker to myself. I know they're talking BS. I'm not dead. I want to reveal that I'm not dead to them, but Pighead shushes me and points back at the camera. "They can't know yet," he says. "They need to keep thinking you're dead."

I shrug. "If it's what Jigsaw's planning..."

Now we turn back to the show. Jenny's still crying hard, Jacks is struggling to calm down and Dina is comforting him. I start feeling a little sympathy for Jenny, but then Jacks takes over.

"Look, we need to come up with a plan in case he is still alive," he said. "Obviously nobody's going to believe his story since we've already gotten ours out there. But because my dad is dead, they'll be looking for the culprit. We need to blame him for everything. If we don't do that and he gets his story out, we're all in big trouble."

"We're already in big trouble," Jenny whimpers. "He's not going to forgive us for doing this to him! We're all going to die!"

"We are not going to die, Jenny!" Jacks says angrily. "We have to stay calm. We will get out of here alive and tell our side of the story. And if he is alive, we'll all kill him once and for all."

"We should keep going," Dina says hesitantly. "We still haven't found the way out of here."

After some more talking, they get up and exit the room. Pighead turns back to me. "It isn't over yet," he says. "There are still some games to be played. It is Jigsaw's will. The games will continue." He stands back up and pushes another button, showing me a different camera. This one has a whole bunch of pictures and things in it - I think they're stuffed toys.

Pighead grins beneath his mask (I assume that's why his voice sounds so happy). "Jigsaw knows what to do for them. He was like you."

I don't bother asking what he meant by that. "What happens now? Do we wait for them to enter another trap? We can't let them go!"

"I know you don't want to," Pighead says, patting my shoulder. "But as I said, it is Jigsaw's will. They have the 'survival instinct' but they lack the proper tools of how to use it. we know what they want from us, so it is now that we have to act."

"So what do we do?" I ask. "Sit here and wait?"

Surprisingly Pighead nods. "Sit here and wait, yes," he said. "And talk, I think."

"What about?"

"What you want to do with them when all is said and done."

"So there is another trap that we have to wait for?"

Pighead points back to the room with pictures and stuffed toys. "Some of those toys are from the deceased family, some from the trio's own homes as well. The pictures are of their previous lives, their lives before the accident. They will have to find a key to get through the door there" - he points towards a door obscured by the rest of the pictures - "and when they do get through that door, three of our associates will be waiting for them."

"What will they be doing?" I ask.

Pighead holds up his hand like he's holding a syringe. "Knock them out and place them in their final trap. You will be a part of that trap. But in order for you to be a part of it, you must eat, drink, and rest. You are exhausted and drained of energy, and not just because you were attacked."

I nod and let him wheel me over to the far side of the room. There is a bed here, with some food and a glass of water on a table next to it. Pighead undoes the straps keeping me in the chair and helps me climb up on the bed. He also helps me eat and drink, and covers me with a soft blanket. I realize he's right as I'm drinking the glass of water. I am pretty tired.

Pighead tucks me in and says softly, "I will wake you when they are being placed in the trap, and take you down to them when it is time for them to wake up." He gently pats my head and walks back over to the screens, dimming the brightness so that it doesn't distract my eyes.

I lie there for a few minutes, pondering if I've made the right choices.

The detective deserved it. He caused me to spasm out and overload, and would have killed me if I hadn't been kidnapped.

But what about Jacks? Dina? Jenny? They were there and didn't do anything to help me.

Obviously they have to die. Jacks does - I know he does; he fed the detective that sob story that I was guilty. Pathetic piece of sh*t.

Dina has to go with him. She babies him all the time, and her 'acting' would make any director sob because of how terrible it is... but it sure tricked that detective father of Jacks' into believing them and not me.

But what about Jenny? She's been supportive of me the entire time. She tried to stop them for doing what they're doing. I don't understand what it is I need to do here... do I let her live? Do I let her die? I don't know.

The battle rages onwards as I eventually drift off to sleep.