Jigsaw supposed he should have known the outcome. Benjamin's testosterone, along with his adrenaline, had combined to form a human that was currently gaining on the finish line at roughly the speed of light. He shook his head at her, disappointed that her boasts and insults would prove to be empty in just a few moments.

All was clear now. Ben's body seemed to have entered a stasis at which he watched himself, as if on television, gain towards the switch faster then he could have ever dreamed of. The hunt had been good to him, the show he got to watch put on by The Girl satisfying, all fucking A. One yard away from the switch now, he leaped, grabbing it with his arms extended, and letting gravity pull him and the switch down.

The morning light seeped through the cracks of the door. This light was special; not artificial, not generated by old fluorescents or lamps. It was pure, made from nature itself. The door was the final barrier against the light – and against normal. Jenna rushed towards the exit now, her mind rushing with relief and a bit of anguish from the hell she had to endure. A part of Jenna warned her: It isn't over until she was out the door, bathed in that glorious morning light.

Jigsaw watched as the switch flipped on, as Benjamin's body crashed to the ground, as Jennifer's soon would. He switched his attention to her now, expecting to be greeted by a jerking body on the floor.

But she wasn't jerking.

That was impossible, there was no delay on the switch; all the tests run on the equipment proved that. There was no possible way for it to malfunction – he had checked twenty times, each in different circumstances.

And yet Jennifer ran on to the door.

Jigsaw sat up from his chair, knocking it back.

As a series of rapid memories flew by, he knew.

"…Rolled off the ramp." "…Hit the ground. A crunch as something shattered." "Kill her now by activating the failsafe." "…Micro stun gun hidden in The Girl's pocket."

When Jennifer had rolled off the ramp, she had landed on the micro stun gun, shattering it and rendering it inoperable.

Ben knew it must surely be over by now. His Silver Platter Kill had been a success. He got up from the floor, casually brushing himself off, and opened his door, walking out.

Jenna skidded to a halt in front of the exit. Pushing in the handle, she heard a faint sound – something turning on? - but quickly dismissed it. The light flooded her sight, and stung her eyes for a moment, as she had grown accustomed to the darkness in the warehouse. She took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air, and let tears escape her. She screamed then, in both joy and sorrow, releasing the collected emotions built up from the twisted game. She opened her eyes, examining her surroundings. The exit led to an alley, it seemed, remote enough to be a stage for this game. Then she heard a door open to her right and glanced in that direction to investigate. A man had emerged from the door, and sensed her as well. The man had something in his mouth, like a jumbo retainer made of metal. He looked at her, in utter amazement, as if he did not believe she was existed. From the expression on his face, he looked like he had seen a ghost. He took one step forward, but then was knocked off his feet, landing on his back, as an electrical surge emitted from the thing in his mouth.

The shock caused him to fly off his feet, and his lips clamped down on the pole extending into his throat. Jenna heard a snapping sound, like a large tree falling. The man's entire body seemed to vibrate and shake inside his clothes. His hands bent as far as they could at the wrists, and his fingers sprawled every-which-way. The man's left eye popped in its socket like a bloody balloon, spraying blood across his face. His cheeks went from tan to red as blood seeped through his lips, and after the blood flow ceased, his cheeks turned a hideous pale-gray. Thick, black smoke poured out of the man's nostrils. The man's right eye now popped, dying a portion of his hair red, and spurted a bit before it too stopped. The empty eye sockets formed a face that stared at Jenna in surprise. Both of the man's cheeks split open, releasing more smoke, and a mixture of vomit, blood, and parts of his tongue onto the ground. They poured fourth as if from a tipped-over witch's cauldron. A pale fire was visible through the holes of his cheeks, and suddenly Jenna realized the man's tongue was on fire. The man's fingernails flew off his fingers, as if bottle-caps off of a fizzed soda bottle. His jugular vein seemed to implode, opening a hole in his neck, and fresh blood poured through the hole, enlarging the hole as it flowed. The blood from the man's neck pooled on his torso, masking what his upper-body had once been. His face and upper torso were now an unidentifiable; coated in a mixture of blood, guts, pieces of tongue, and small shards of bone. Suddenly, the man stopped jerking as the serge stopped.

Jenna fainted, her body managing to vomit and release their bowels in disgust as she lost conscious.

Jigsaw climbed down the fire escape ladder, pleased with the scene that had occurred below. He walked over to Jennifer, now unconscious, and caressed her cheek.

"Congratulations," He spoke to the unconscious girl, "You are still alive. Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. But not you, not anymore."

He placed a cell phone by the girl, allowing her to call for help once she awakened. He rose, and began to walk out of the alley, then stopped and turned his head in Jennifer's direction.

"Game over."