The five minutes were the longest minutes of my life as we were in the new room. I turned around to find a new door. Unfortunately, we came to a stopping point. I crouched down and said out loud but mostly to myself, "That insane bloke is gonna pay right now! You hear me, pay!"

I shook back and forth trying to at least form a map in my head of the factor, but it didn't work. My brain didn't work like Sherlock and it never will because I always stayed myself, a man who could keep calm when things were getting out of control. Right now, I was desperately trying to keep my brain in control. I was rocking back and forth with both my hands clung to my head. The hope I was on getting to my little girl was still strong, yet that was the only thing I could hold on. Suddenly, a hand was placed on my shoulder. Then another. I wondered who that may be. It definitely would not be Sherlock. I opened my eyes to look and it was both Mrs. Hudson and Sherlock. It was a bit of a surprise for Sherlock to do that. I muttered, "If only we could find our culprit. Instead we are trapped in a room with only four minutes left to look."

Sherlock said with such a soft tone, "John, just get back up. I can just smell him near. Even there is a feeling that the walls aren't what they appear to be."

"Like he said, we both are your friends." Mrs. Hudson reassured then she tilted her head, "Well like he said in a different way."

I could hear Sherlock sigh as Mrs. Hudson was twisting his words. Then she continued, "And you two can be together however you like. Even share the same room."

She chuckled a bit and I just looked at her as I said, "I am not gay, Mrs. Hudson. How many times does it take to tell you I am not?"

That got me to get up when I was eyeing her. She chuckled more and said, "Whatever you say, John."

"Enough wasting time." Sherlock impatiently said, "I know on the right side of the wall that it is a fake wall. Come on."

He went over to the right side of the wall and knocked on one of the bricks. He yoohooed and asked, "Is anyone there?"

Then he went to pulling out all the bricks and I thought that he could probably use some help. So I dashed in right beside him and started pulling with him. Mrs. Hudson just stayed back. I could tell she needed to because she had a rough time with the last game we had to play. Her left arm was a little cut on the bottom part same as mine. At least for now my cuts from both my right fingertips and my bottom left arm were numb enough so that I could get the job done.

"Okay, we're through." Sherlock said as he stood up. He then stepped over the bricks piled on the ground. Mrs. Hudson and I did the same thing and we were finally in a different room. I was starting to get super happy and said, "We did it, Sherlock!"

Mrs. Hudson was happy also and said, "I can almost smell home now. Wonder if I have groceries in the fridge?"

I laughed, but it didn't end for long as I saw Sherlock not happy. He was staring around the room and I had to ask, "What's going on? I thought we made it through. Isn't Kramer in here?"

I had a feeling he was going to say no, and I knew it. He was shaking his head as four minutes turned to three. He kicked the brick behind him. He yelled, "He is nowhere to be seen!" Then he stopped and said, "Hold on. He didn't really give us any hints on where he was, but his puppet or dummy was right behind us the whole time."

That shivers up my spine as it also gave me goosebumps. I thought I left that puppet behind the door. Then we all turned around slowly. Mrs. Hudson let out a piercing scream. The same ear where she screamed from earlier started ringing and I had to put my hand back up to cover it. Sherlock said, "There's the dummy right there. I knew he was still apt onto following us!"

"Sherlock, make it go away. He looks hideous!" Mrs. Hudson said.

And yes the puppet was hideous. The black hair, pale white face with the red swirls on the cheeks, the suit with the red bow tie, and a evilish red grin. But the most trait that made it look hideous was its red eyes. It gave a childish laugh again that made Mrs. Hudson scream once again. I yelled, "Mrs. Hudson, will you please stop making my ears ring?"

As she stopped screaming, I said, "Thank you." Then I turned to Sherlock to ask, "So why is this puppet following us?"

"Let's go ask." Sherlock said as three minutes went to two.

"We really don't have enough time though." I yelled. For all things holy, I did not want to get buried today by a collapsed building. Then the puppet sitting on its tricycle behind the pile of bricks turned around. He actually turned around which surprised me so much. Mrs. Hudson fainted and I grabbed her before she could fall.

"Come on, John. We are heading in the opposite direction of the puppet." And with that he stepped through a new door from the room we were in. All three of us hurriedly went in and as to my shock, we finally found him. We found what I supposed to be Jigsaw (a.k.a John Kramer) in only one minute we had left.