Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock, and I entered the room as we got to the entrance of the door to the room. The fifth and last room we were in was different from the other rooms. It was a lot more metal than the first room Sherlock and I had been in. This room also included roller belt tables like a normal factory would have. As I looked around the area, I noticed that there was also saw blades and knives placed all around the belts. I turned to Sherlock to ask something, but he was already on the move.

He was going over one of the rolling belts. This time at least, he didn't pull out his small microscope to search for little details. I was beginning to wonder if a tape player was in here. Sure it would be since this was all part of the game to this mystery man we were dealing with. So, I went onto doing what I thought Sherlock was after... in search for the tape player.

Mrs. Hudson I could see was just standing there looking worried and said, "Oh, you two! I really hope we leave soon. This place is making me so nervous! I just don't think I can keep going on like this."

"Don't fret, Mrs. Hudson." I reassured her as I went around the belt tables that were not moving right now. At least they weren't on. It would have been worse if we had to deal with moving belts that have sharp objects pointed upward. There would be a lot more blood and injuries than losing the tips of the fingers. When I kept looking for the tape player, Sherlock surprised me as he found something.

"Yes!" Sherlock exclaimed as he made me jump and fall on my behind. I mouthed the word "ow" and looked at Sherlock with an annoyed stare. Then he said, "I know what this gameplayer is wanting us to do."

"And?" I asked still annoyed as I stood up rubbing my toosh with both my hands.

"All three of us have to help out as a team." Sherlock muttered while he rolled his eyes. "As much as I hate saying this, we have to do it so we don't have big cuts from the sawblades or the butcher knives. It's so obvious."

"But Sherlock, I don't think this is a good idea." Mrs. Hudson shook her head with disapproval as she was scared.

Sherlock rolled his eyes again and said, "Mrs. Hudson, I don't care as long as we make it out of here to get to this man. I want to meet him as soon as possible."

That shut Mrs. Hudson up as she was motivated to go to the belt table where Sherlock was. I paused a bit before finally nodding as I moved to where they were. I was about to protest, yet Sherlock eyed me and mouthed silently so Mrs. Hudson wouldn't see it: "Sorry."

I shrugged and asked, "So are you sure the tape player is at this belt table then? I don't actually see it."

And obviously, it was not there, but that is when the real things happened. Sherlock said with a sigh, "We have to turn it on. That's why this gameplayer had three of us all together in the same building. Well thought out, I should put it."

"Seriously you are going to be acknowledging a mad man for the things he is doing to us?" I shook my head.

"Of course I would! It's not like every time we get a case like this where the culprit is this clever!"

So Sherlock as the man he is, turned the moving belt table on. I could not believe what would happen next. I closed my eyes and listened to each breaking movement from the belt long table as it strode with its black rubber center surface surrounded by the sharp blades. I breathed out then back in. Let the games begin!