The surprise that had awaited Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson, and me was sitting right in front of us. The dummy sitting on the tricycle stared with its evil red eyes as his master was pulling the strings. It all made sense now for what my eyes have behold. I turned to look at Sherlock, but he was amazed just like me and couldn't say any clever remarks on what we have witnessed. Mrs. Hudson was trying to speak, but all she let out out was a small cry. I turned my arms to where she was to not let her pass out on the floor. So as to our two minutes of silence, we had three minutes left.

"Well done detective." A hooded man said with John Kramer's voice while crouching to what seemed to be his dummy then he turned his head to me, "Doctor. I see you have found me with oh so little minutes left, but am I really here?"

He chuckled in his hooded robe menacely and made me eager to get the job done to punch him in the face. This time however, I restrained myself since this man, oh this man, was so insane and clever that it made Sherlock appear to be normal. That is saying something! I stood there with my fists clenched at my sides. Then I turned to Sherlock to ask, "He could be lying to us, you know? He may not even be here which pains me to-"

"Enough, John." Sherlock rudely interrupted me and tilted his head to the hooded man to ask, "Even though we have never met you at all, we know enough to realize a dummy puppet wouldn't be crouching in that stance. Does that make my point, Mr. Kramer? Or should I say... Jigsaw?"

He trailed from the last question before saying John Kramer's nickname. And I was wondering what would happen next. Mrs. Hudson was shaking all over still trying to say something frantically, but I could tell she did not have the words. So I waited for what this hooded man had to say. I was beginning to wonder if it was Jigsaw or not. Biting my lower lip, I patiently stood trying to figure out the best solution for what this mystery holds. Is this man John Kramer, a.k.a Jigsaw, or was it a laggie of his that was impersonating him? Thinking this question out, I had my index finger and thumb on my chin as I watched what could play out.

"Anything to say? Or should I just continue? We have two minutes to solve this or the whole building will blow up just as you promised." Sherlock said with a cheeky grin. He was watching the hooded man closely as I was. With his intelligent brain and sharp eyes, he could search every detail on what was on the outside. The question again rang through my mind as I finally said, "Just stating this out, Sherlock, but this could be one of John Kramer's laggies... if he has one or more of those."

"Good thinking, John!" Then Sherlock hesitated and turned back to Kramer and said, "Not you though, I was meaning John Watson, my friend and partner."

Another chuckle from the hooded man came and he nodded. The man carefully got up from his position, yet I could see he was aching as he stood. Now I realized that this could definitely be John Kramer. He had been quiet for a whole minute and a half and finally said something.

"Your friend maybe right, Mr. Holmes, but there is one thing he is missing." The man said with John Kramer's sickening voice, "But as you three have never heard of me, let me introduce to you what would be your biggest threat."

I was beginning to think he was going to reveal his face to us, but it was a whole other thing that lied beneath what he had. The man bent down over and defaced the front of the wooden dummy's head. There in the white painted dummy with the red swirls on his cheeks was a silver metal squared with red and blue wires going through it. Then the man chuckled, "See what you will face in the next minute. Now solve the game, Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson. Or die!"

He laughed a sickening laugh but then gave out a cough. He coughed more and more as he laughed in between. Sherlock's eyes glistened in the dim light and moved closer to the hooded man with his bloody tipped finger pointed straight at the mysterious stranger. He then said with a stern tone, "You are John Kramer. Anyone with a colon cancer and a brain tumor would be in pain like this. You just keep going and going which is remarkable about you. Now pull back your hood and let us see. We aren't all going to die today."

Then the hooded man stopped laughing and coughing as he pulled both his pale hands over his hood. He pulled it back to reveal a man I have never seen before. I was beginning to ask something when Sherlock said with a sniff and a sigh, "Really, you look like that? I thought you would be in worse shape than that!"

The man who was underneath that hood was bald with a narrow, pale face. He was a ill-looking middle-aged man whose eyes were just wide enough to see. I could tell the brain tumor was making him blind. As a doctor, I said with a worry, "I can see you are going blind."

Within the last 20 seconds, John Kramer bent back down to take the wires and metal out of the inside of the dummy's head. He was now frowning as he did this when I had popped out a fact about what he is going through. The man seemed broken both outside and inside. Now I could see why he survived making people do his games just to have something to think about. Though I wasn't going to agree with the torture he was putting on the people he had done to. Then I continued, "I could help you, John. You just need to let me examine you and I can save your life."

"No, you can't. I have tried with another doctor and he didn't give me good news. At least, he was helpful enough to help me through the games to prove worthless people how they can be worthy again."

"But you know that this doesn't always work out in the end for all of them." Sherlock said as he interrupted my conversation with Kramer. "I know I haven't read up on all the murders that happened in America, but just one to know you are no joke. But you haven't answered my question earlier. Which do you prefer: John Kramer or Jigsaw?"

"If you are testing me, Sherlock Holmes, then so be it." Kramer said as he looked up to him, "I tested you, so maybe it could be your turn."

"Thank you kindly." Sherlock said as he gave a slight bow then continued, "You may have tested us on these games, but what is getting me is you. You came to London to test John and I then you dragged Mrs. Hudson into this. Believe me, she already payed for her mistakes with her husband leaving out the door. Then you bought this abandoned factory and set things up. The hay, of course, was never here before. But tell me, are you John Kramer the man who once loved everything and is a complete genius or Jigsaw a madman with only a thought to make his victims endure such misery and pain?"

There was a long silence as John Kramer drew his breath. He pressed the front face of the dummy's back on then stood up sweeping any dust from his robe. He then said quietly, "If I answer this, what is the prize that awaits: my dignity or my death? I don't see any difference between those two because I have learned of survival. Survival, Mr. Holmes, is what I long for. Even for people who despise what I do. Either civilians or police. And I got your attention even if you aren't a classic detective. More of a consulting one. But don't let me forget for one second that I have read up on you too, Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

"Fine! Yes! I am a consulting detective. Yet you keep ignoring my question. Or should I keep ignoring what you are saying? Sherlock asked mischieviously.

"Though you don't see I am answering your question. I can be one or the other, but I prefer to be both." John Kramer said thoughtfully as he continued, "A genius named John Kramer and a unique madman named Jigsaw. Now move along you three. I am done with you. You have solved and survived. Time for me to goback home to what I do."

"Yeah have fun with that!" I scoffed as I turned around to the door. It was about time to leave this place and give it a good day's rest.

Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock, and I all were going to leave as John Kramer said, "Don't think this will be the last time to go through this again. You will and I will make sure of it."

Sherlock was about to say something at him until I turned him back to where he should be facing. Away. At least, it was the smartest thing to do. Mrs. Hudson needed rest. Though as we left, I kept thinking what would await us at home. Possibly a good mystery or a cup of tea. Anything would be nice...