Christine found a passage and went through it. It led her to a door. She opened it and beheld the horror of what was inside.

"Oh my..."

On the floor was the shirt of a police officer's uniform. A vault that contained a severed hand was lying in front of her. There was blood near the vault. She could hear the sound of the saw that was moving. She was sick to her stomach.

"Oh God!"

She looked to the right and saw an open oven. Inside of it was a metal tray with a bowl full of melted wax.

"What the fuck?"

She noticed that there was an open door. She slowly walked to it, afraid that something was going to appear right in front of her. When she got out into the hallway, she began hearing the sound of someone's groans.

"Who's there?" Christine asked.

When there was no answer, she continued to walk to the point where she got far enough to see who was groaning.

"You!"

Lying on the floor was the police officer who had violated her during a pat-down the night before he saved her from a burning car.

"You," John Ryan said. "I'm so sorry."

Christine said nothing at first. She just gazed at Ryan's right arm, which was wrapped in a bloody pair of pants.

"You're gonna be okay," she finally said.

"I'm dying," Ryan said. "I can't get up. My arm is bleeding."

"You forgot to burn it," Christine said.

When Ryan heard those words, he remembered the oven. He could have turned on the stove to burn his hand with the flame.

"No," he said. "Damn!"

"It's okay," Christine said. "I'm gonna get you back to the room."

Christine began dragging Officer Ryan from his left arm, but he went limp before they got far. She let go of the body.

"No!"

Christine walked away from the body. She kept going until she heard more noises. A man wearing a pig mask came out from a room. He was being chased by a man and a woman.

"Oh no!" Christine cried.

"Christine!" the man with the pig mask said.

"Cameron?"

"I'm gonna get you!" Anthony said.

"Jigsaw said I can't take this off!"

"Leave him alone," Christine said. "This is my husband."

"Is he the one in charge of this game?" Jean asked.

"I'm not!" Cameron said. "Jigsaw said that I had to watch Christine's game and that guy in the car's game."

"I don't believe you!" Anthony said. "I ought to kill you to make sure!"

"Leave me alone, thief! You're the one who steals cars. You're a criminal. You could be the mastermind behind all this."

"Why would this thing on me," he said, pointing at the collar around his neck. "It could pop me at any moment!"

"Believe me, he's not behind this," Jean said. "He was given instructions to save me. I think that right now we should all calm down and assume that none of us are behind all this."

"You think so?" Anthony said. "That's stupid!"

"Just until we get more information," Jean said. "We have to work together to get out of here."

"Agreed," Christine said.

The four of them cautiously walked down another hallway.