"You solved and survived all five games, Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson." Jigsaw's voice said on the recording tape. I was getting sick of hearing his voice yet again. So along with hearing what he was saying, I looked around the room to find the camera. I knew for a fact that there was a camera in every room we were in. "But still... you have one more thing to do. Do you want to play a game? This game is so worth it. You need to find my location. You two are intelligent enough, but are you brilliant enough to find me? You have ten minutes to find me or this whole building will crush your worthless lives."

Then the recording stopped. I found the camera once it was done and pointed to it. Then I said to both Mrs. Hudson and Sherlock, "I knew he was still watching us. He always does."

Maybe I could hit him in the face instead of Sherlock. Still needed something to punch into and it was definitely not going to be anything that is non-living. The tension of my nerves pressed together tightly once again and I pressed forward ahead of them to the next door. I turned to them and said, "Come on, we need to get this idiot and bloody give him a good beating once we find him."

"I like your ambition, Watson." Sherlock smiled.

Mrs. Hudson shook her head and said, "John, you are acting like Sherlock right now. No wonder you two spend your time together so well with all those cases."

So as Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson walked in behind me, I went through the door and saw that there was a turn to the right. I did that and once the turn came to pass, we were all in the pitch dark. In the distance, I could hear a childish laughter getting near as I press my hands on the corridor walls. We had eight minutes to do this or we would die. The thing that kept pushing me to get this was not Sherlock, but it was my daughter who I love so dear. She needed her da. She lost her mom, so it was all I could do to help be a father to her. But right now, I couldn't. Sherlock was the godfather to my child and he couldn't be with her either. All that was left was Molly Hooper to look after the baby in these hard times. I hoped my baby girl was okay. Hope beyond hope she is!

Passing through, the laughter kept going on and on. Then finally as the eight minutes went down to seven, I could see red eyes in the darkness. I stopped so suddenly that Mrs. Hudson ran into me. At least, I didn't fall on my face when she did.

She said, "Ouch! Sorry, John." Then she looks at the red eyes and screamed loudly in my ear. I flinched as she did this. I yelled, "Sherlock, will you please not let Mrs. Hudson scream in my ear!"

"Can't." Sherlock said with no sense of doing anything to stop her from screaming into my bloody ear. It was my bloody ear that was beginning to ring! I held my ringing ears as Mrs. Hudson stopped screaming, but I could still feel her shaking behind me as she clung her hands on my shoulder blades. Now there were two things that were now wrenching in pain. My ear and my shoulder blades!

"But actually, I can say that the object in front of us is a puppet." Sherlock continued.

"Oh, how insulting it is to be in front of a bloody puppet whose eyes glow in the dark." I retorted harshly at Sherlock who was behind Mrs. Hudson.

"That's not normal for a puppet to do that." Mrs. Hudson quivered in the dark.

"Okay let's just step around it and just find Kramer." I reassured her.

Mrs. Hudson nodded, yet Sherlock was a mystery. I couldn't see him at all behind me because of the pitch darkness. He was deeply silent for a long while. He was about to scare me if he had gone or passed out. Fortunately, he said something letting me believe he was okay.

"Remember, John. We have only six minutes to find Kramer or the whole factory is done for. Now go!"

We pushed around the red eyed puppet who I believed was sitting on a little tricycle. As we got further away from it, I felt so happy not to see what it looked like in the light. Then just out of nowhere, there was a sound of metal circling on the metal floor. I said to Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson, "I think we should run."

"Good thinking." Sherlock said, "I just think the puppet behind us is remote controlled which means it's coming right at us. Come on!"

We pushed through it and finally got into a room where there was a lamp. It blinded all of our eyes as we entered. Finally, our eyes adjusted and Sherlock along with Mrs. Hudson pushed aside to stand beside me. I turned around to where the door we just came from had been. In the distance, I could see the red eyes. The light was coming at it as it moved closer. It had black straight wiry hair, red swirls around its wooden cheeks, a pale face, and a suit with a red bow tie. I slammed the door shut when it was a few feet away. No way it should come to where we are. I didn't want Mrs. Hudson to scream all over again. And then there were only five minutes left to find John Kramer.