Detective Waters found two elevator doors. In front of them was a box that contained a little statue like the one his brother had, a pistol, and two tapes. One of them had his name written on it. He picked it up and pressed the buttons that were all the wall.
"Finally! A way out."
The doors opened and two men walked out.
"Who are you?" Tom asked.
"Detective Waters," he answered.
Rick picked up the other tape and handed Waters a walkman. Waters listened to the message on the tape:
"If ever there is a time for you to avenge your brother, it is now. Officer Hansen is responsible for Peter's death. He is the one who shot him and left him on the side of the road. What will you do now?"
Waters looked at the man in front of him, wondering what he should do.
"I didn't mean to kill him," Tom said. "He was looking for a ride, so I picked him up. I thought that he was pulling a gun out of his jacket, so I shot him. But it wasn't a gun. It was a little statue."
Waters wasn't sure what to do. He had promised his mother that he would find the person who killed Peter. Would she have wanted him to kill this man?
"I won't kill you," he said. "And if it was really an accident, then I suppose you don't deserve to be sentenced away for life."
"Thank you," Hansen said. "I'll figure out a way to make it up to you."
At that moment, four people walked over to the three of them.
"Jean!" Rick exclaimed.
"Don't worry about the man with the mask," Jean said. "He and his wife here are being tested. So is Anthony."
"The man who stole the car," Rick said.
"Sorry about that," Anthony said. "I heard everything on that tape, Hansen. You're not getting away with killing my best friend!"
"What?" Tom said.
Anthony took the gun out of Waters' hands.
"Stop!" Waters ordered.
It was too late. Anthony shot Tom.
"Ugh," Tom uttered.
As the man died, Anthony's collar beeped. Rick played the tape he had that had Anthony's name on it:
"Hello Anthony. This police officer is the man who killed your friend Peter. You must know that it is not up to you to decide whether or not he deserves to die. If you kill him, then your game is over."
Anthony tried pulling the collar off, but he couldn't. Everything made sense now.
"You have to make sure that that person doesn't die if you want to live."
"If ever there is a time to avenge your brother, it is now."
"I swear to you, Mom. I'll find whoever killed him."
"Your mother depended on you, Graham. She wanted you to find your brother, but you didn't find him alive.
"I asked you to find your brother, but you were too busy for us."
"Who killed you?"
"You're the one who steals cars. You're a criminal."
"A while ago, you and your wife were carjacked by a man whom you may cause the end of. The man in the elevator next to yours is guilty of a crime."
"If he finds out what you did, then you may be going to a bad place."
"Are you gonna turn me in for what I did?"
"I suppose you don't deserve to be sentenced away for life."
"Hello Anthony...Jean...Rick...Farhad...Dorri...Hansen...Ryan...Christine...Cameron...Lucien...your mother...Detective Waters."
"I want to play a game."
"No!" Anthony cried.
Within seconds, all five bullets shot out of the collar and onto Anthony's head. As his body fell to the floor, everybody who was still alive gazed at his bloody face.
"Dear God," Cameron said.
"Let's get out of here!" Christine said.
Cameron, Christine, Graham, Jean, and Rick found a stairway soon afterward. When they got to the first floor, they found the exit and got out.
"We've got to tell somebody about this," Rick said.
"We can't," Jean said. "He could be watching us."
"So this is how we'll live on," Graham said. "Have we truly learned? Or have we just gone through the motions with nothing but the sense of touch to comfort us?"
"I've learned," Cameron said. "I'll never let anything happen to you, Christine."
"I love you," she replied.
As they began to walk away from the building, Graham Waters looked at both couples before looking back at the building.
"I have to see Maya. I have no family left."