Disclaimer: I. Don't. Own. SAW.

A/N: Well, here's the next chapter, sorry the last one was so short, but I finally finished the English paper of doom, so now I have more time to write…

Two days later, Corbett and Amanda found themselves showered, dressed, and on their way back to Josaih.

"Now what are we going to do Aunt Amanda? We can't go back to the hose if the cops are still there, or if they left, they know who we are, and we're going to be in big trouble." Corbett hugged Billy; the small rabbit becoming completely dilapidated and a little worse for wear.

"I know that, but if they're still there, I need you to go back upstairs ok, I'll take care of those two cops that came in the door." Amanda replied absently, pulling into yet another gas station and fast food place, pulling up to one of the pumps and getting out. Corbett and Billy followed.

"But what if they're dead?" the girl asked, clutching the beloved animal.

The older one sighed, what if they were dead? Amanda didn't know if Corbett would be ready to face that sort of thing; she was only eight for god's sake. Even at 25 Amanda had only been barely good enough to look almost bored when she and John had cleaned up the nerve gas house trap, and dispose of the bodies. Let alone a little girl in a basement full of razor wire and the possibility of two dead bodies and a lot of blood. Closing her eyes, Amanda noticed that the pump had stopped, and the two went inside to pay for their fuel.

This was one of the nicer stops that hey had made over the course of their short travels, the white linoleum floor was actually clean, the display racks full of the usual junk that were the staple foods of travelers.

"Can I get some ice cream Aunt Amanda?" Corbett asked, eyeing the display. The woman silently nodded, and the girl went and picked out two huge wrapped ice creams, an handed them both to the man at the counter, who looked like he'd seen better days.

After paying, the two were in no particular hurry to leave, so they sat at one of the picnic tables, soaking up the sun and surveying the landscape while absentmindedly eating.

Corbett giggled, and looked to Amanda who asked "What? Do I look funny now?"

"No, you just have ice cream all over your hand Amanda, haven't you ever had it?"

"Not for a very long time…" it had actually been years, John hadn't even let her indulge in much junk food, she had to be in tiptop shape to survive his games, and his temper.

"Did you ever get to go outside with grandpa John?" the girl asked, taking a monstrous bite out of her treat and had puffed out cheeks, which made Amanda grin for once.

"Yeah, we used to all the time, before he got really sick, and couldn't go out anymore… he'd teach me things that one day I'll teach to you kid, but he did have a thing for the occasional frappichino and those curly cheetos… It was funny, he would always want the ones that changed colors too…" that's when Amanda started to laugh, and for the second time in this ordeal, she truly felt happy, as she ate her strawberry ice cream, and Corby her chocolate.

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But down in the basement, things weren't going so well for the two detectives.

"I got it! I got the damn puppet!" Dominic exclaimed in glee, holding Billy the puppet for Shelley to see through a wall of wire, "I'll try and make it back to you, have you figured out any of the combo yet?" the latter had made to the door, the pair having spit up in the middle of the maze.

"Almost, just a few numbers left." Shelley went back to the door, but after a few minutes, he noticed at he wasn't hearing anything form his usually chatty partner.

"Hey Dom? You ok over there?"

"No… Shell...help me…" Shelley turned around and almost dropped his flashlight and felt a wet spot on his pants.

Dominic had gotten the key out of Billy, but in the process of trying to get back to Shelley, he had gotten tangles in the wire, and had strangled and almost severed his own head off, blood gushing from the wounds on his chest and neck.

"Dom! Hang in there man!" Shelley reached through the wire carefully, taking the key from Dom.

"Tell everyone….good bye…" and with that, Dominic died.

Shelley stood there in shock, how the hell was he going to get out of here now? The battery was going out in his flashlight, and Dominic had died…the only way out was the key. Going back over to the door, Shelley hesitated, and the slipped the key into the lock and turned it. To his relief, heard the click of the lock in the door, opening it slowly, he found that there was no more traps behind the door; the bitch hadn't lied. Sighing, he went back out to his car, and knowing that he couldn't face all of their friends and family, especially Dominic's, killed himself in the front seat of his squad car.

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When Amanda and Corbett pulled into the driveway a few hours later, AManda was the first to notice that the cop car was still there, but there was something diffrent about it...

"Hey stay here." she got out of the car, and made her way to the other vehicle. Seeing the red stain in the front windshield, she opened the door, and wasn't suprised when she saw that half of detective Shelley's face was gone, and she sniggered.

"Couldn't take it huh? Stupid bastard...So I take your buddy didn't make it out huh?" she shut the door of the car, and motioned to Corby that it was safe to come out.

"Well, those two cops won't be bothering us... I just need you to stay out of the basement while I clean things up ok?"

Corbett nodded, and the pair went inside, wondering what the pair had left in their wake.