I sighed with relief as we found our man. He was in a dark robe with a hood covered over his head. The robe was lined with red which I suppose that the robe had red underneath all the outer part of which was black. Then as fast as possible, I dashed over to where he was and gripped my hands into his robe as he was calmly sitting down on a wooden chair behind a metal desk. About time to punch someone in the face with my bloody fist now!

"John, I don't think we should do that." Sherlock said, but I ignored him as I raised up my fist. There was no one to stop me from quickly punching this guy to give him a bloody nose. I lunged my fist at his covered face with such force. Then as my fist hit where his face is, it hit a piece of wood. I yelled in pain, "Ouch! That bleeding hurt! We certainly didn't find him."

As we had only 30 seconds left, Sherlock sighed, "Well, I was going to tell you if you had listened to what I was going to say. Jeesh, John, you really wanted to hit someone." Then he stopped and said slyly, "At least it wasn't me this time. It was in fact the puppet."

There he said it and I was still hoping to punch someone in the face once again. Still, Sherlock was right, the man had a puppet as I pulled back the hood. The puppet wasn't decorated like the little dummy on the tricycle that was following us. It was a man-sized dummy that was not painted whatsoever. Then I looked at my knuckles and they were splintered from the collision between skin and wood. Twice my right hand had to get hurt in the same day. Though it was a little weird that my knuckles weren't hurting from hitting a block of wood.

As our remaining seconds were over, all three of us closed our eyes for the sound of a bomb going off. I wish it didn't end like this. Losing both friends on the same day and losing my own life. I never thought much about death before and right now I still don't want to think about it. Any trace of thought about death, I instantly erased. I yelled, "Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson, it's been fun while it lasted! Farewell!"

Mrs. Hudson screamed and cried, "Oh John and Sherlock! I will miss the both of you so much!"

I crouched down for the major impact, but all that came was the same childish laughter chittering from behind us. Then suddenly, I opened my eyes and to my sight I saw the ugly dummy sitting on the tricycle with its big red wooden lips placed together so neatly. I whispered, "Why didn't the bomb go off? I thought he was going to tear the place down if we didn't find him in time."

"No, he did not." Sherlock said as he was the only one who didn't say a word after the last second was done. "He played us all for fools. Honestly, he was not going to have this building torn down even if it was an abandoned factory on the east end of London. I always thought he was never going to show himself to us because that would be too easy for the people he is dealing with."

"So he actually did some research on us after all then. Bloody unfair if you think about it. We didn't get our chance to find out about him until the fifth game ended." I said.

"Indeed it was, Watson. At least, we still keep our lives even if we found a man-sized dummy and the dummy that has been following us ever since we came through that hallway."

"Something is bothering me though." Mrs. Hudson said worriedly, "Why is the man not even bothering to show himself if he is telling us to find him? Call me an idiot if you like, Sherlock, but that one is a case that has never been met with. He's a very sly psychopath."

"Actually, Mrs. Hudson," Sherlock corrected, "He's a sociopath. Kramer thinks things through with an open mind but has issues on social activities. He finds it fun and amusing for these survival games of his. Believe me, I am a high-ranking sociopath."

"Oh, so he is not that easy to reason with then like you." Mrs. Hudson retorted. "Been way too long for me to find a way to actually get you to not have bodies in the fridge or shoot at my flat's wall. You know, I own the flat."

I laughed as Sherlock was surprised by Mrs. Hudson's reaction and said, "Okay, fine. I'll probably leave some of the plastic bags containing the bodies down to a minimum."

"Thank you, Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson nodded once as she said this, "It's about time you listen to me for once."

Then Sherlock leaned over to my ear and whispered, "I am not promising anything to her just giving her some hope. Don't mention it to her, John."

I nodded, yet decided to want to get out of the room, but then the same voice came from somewhere in the room. It made Mrs. Hudson and I jump as it came on. For once, I thought we were going away from all the recordings and that terrible, sick voice. As I searched for where it was coming from, Sherlock pointed to where the little dummy was. It was bouncing its head up and down with its wooden mouth moving up and down. Rolling my head, I couldn't believe we had to listen to this man's voice inside an ugly dummy on a tricycle.