A door opens and we see that the child's basement room is empty, nothing to be seen save for a small wooden crate. Surely this was not what her father meant when he said she was ready; surely he had more of a heart than this?
After a few seconds two men wearing black masks accompany the child's father into the room. He looks at the crate and decides he had better make sure these men knew what they were doing.
"You have the means to dispose of it, don't you?" he asks with a note of skepticism in his voice.
The men turn to him and nod ever so slightly. This is somewhat less than comforting, if there is the slightest gap in their plan, he'd be found. As he realizes this is his only option, he points to the small crate at the opposite end of the room. They men nod as they quickly walk over to the crate, pick it up, and carry it out of the room. The child's father takes one last look at the empty room before leaving and slamming the door behind him.
As the men carry the crate outside we see the house is surrounded by several police cars and all the officers are armed. The two men take the crate over to a waiting ambulance and gently set it down as they take off their masks and nod to an officer standing nearby. Without wasting a second he motions to the rest of the men and they quickly enter the house.
With the greatest of care, the men open the crate and we see the little girl huddled inside. It is painfully obvious the child has been beaten as one of the officers carefully lifts the child's limp body out of the crate and cradles her in his arms as he brings her to the waiting paramedics.
"How could anyone do this to a child?" he says as the ambulance speeds away.