Anthony found a door that had a message painted in red: SHE FEELS UNSAFE NOW. Anthony opened the door and entered the room. He could see a glass box. Inside it was a Caucasian woman lying on ice and water. She was hitting the glass repeatedly. There was a tape-player on top of the glass box.

"Let me go, you bastard!" the woman exclaimed.

"I didn't do this," Anthony said. "I would never do something like this!"

"Who are you?" the woman asked.

Anthony walked closer to the glass box and looked at the woman. She had a familiar face.

"Not you!" the woman exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

Anthony picked up the tape-player and played the message that was on the tape inside:

"You car-jacked Jean and her husband. You made her feel insecure that night. She is prejudiced because of you. She even judged a locksmith just because he was Mexican. Now she is in a glass box full of ice, and she will drown if all of it melts. Will you save the wife of a district attorney, Anthony?"

"Help me!" Jean begged.

"Are you snitch?" Anthony asked.

"No! I want to live! Help"

Anthony thought to himself for a moment. He didn't want to go to jail, but he couldn't let Jean die. He felt guilt from what he had done to her. He gazed down at his shotgun collar and remembered Jigsaw's words:

"You have to make sure that that person doesn't die if you want to live."

He began looking around the room for a key to open the glass box. He found a small space in the wall. He peeked inside and saw small spikes in front of the key that was at the end. He reached inside.

"Fuck! This hurts!"

He got the key, but not without getting a few small cuts. He wiped the blood with his shirt sleeved. He opened the glass box with the key, and Jean emerged from the pile of melting ice.

"Thank you," Jean said. "Please don't hurt me."

"I'm not gonna hurt you," Anthony said. "But I am gonna hurt whoever killed my friend Peter."

"Is that the guy who helped you car-jack me?" Jean asked.

"Yeah," Anthony answered. "I'm sorry about that. I feel like it's my fault that he died. I tought him everything I know and he still died."

"I'm sorry," Jean said.

"Don't be," Anthony did. "Feel sorry for the killer. I'm gonna beat the shit out of him when I see him."

"I need to find my husband," Jean said. "Whoever brought me here also kidnapped him."

"I guess we're gonna have to walk the same way," Anthony said as he pointed to a door. They opened the door and walked through another hallway.