After trying to carry the weight of a helpless prisoner, Pat had to make the attempt to drag Dylan along with Emily and herself. Pat felt rage growing from inside her body; ready to emerge when she came face to face with Jigsaw.

However, Emily was worried of something Dylan had said, "He said something about, a room where he would be safe. Safe until the last two people were standing." And she knew if her instincts were right, then her fears would only worsen.

Dylan, being dragged onwards against his will, was regretting of ever following the footsteps of John. His thoughts began to materialize after the thought that he may not make it out alive.

"Wait stop, please guys…there has to be a way we can all make it out alive." Sara stated.

Changing his look to a more sympathetic stare, he made the remark; "Awe, little Sara a little scared of dying?"

He felt a fist jab his jaw, his head jerked to the left after he heard Jasmine chuckling. Soon after, he felt his left feet get stomped on and felt himself fall from a punch in the stomach.

Jasmine, still in her fighting stance, stared down at Buddy. "What the fuck did Stephan ever see in you?"

Perplexed by her words, he went cold. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Sara and Jasmine both sighed, Sara then spoke. "Realization Buddy, he's been crushing on you since forever…duh." Sara said as Jasmine nodded.

"He…has?" Buddy questioned.

"Well…duh." Jasmine responded.

Buddy's head fell deep in thought, when he felt himself get hit on both sides of his head. He couldn't see clear, but as his upper body went down he saw two girls smiling down at him.

Sara swung hard at Jasmine, as her bare fist went across her face, Jasmine cried out. As Sara stomped her feet into Buddy's face and chest, she heard another scream; after stomping on Buddy, she kicked Jasmine in the stomach. "I'm not dying…I am not dying."

Suddenly Buddy stumbled up and wrapped his arm around Sara's neck, Sara yelped as she struggled to maintain her composure. Buddy squeezed as hard as he could, he wasn't letting go. "You're not dying? Keep dreaming bitch."

Jasmine looked up in pain, and saw the struggling Sara, but as she looked out of the corner of her eye she noticed something different. Noticing the walls, how close they seemed to be, she knew there wasn't much time left for any of them; who was going to die, she was unsure of, she was determined yet scared that her strength was running out.

Sara's breathing became shallow as her body was aching of pain she's never experienced before. These past hours have been the hardest hours she has ever lived, the more she thought about it, the more sentimental she became. When she looked down she saw Jasmine in her own world, she didn't want to die; dying meant fighting, and Sara wasn't sure if was going to be able to throw another punch.

Buddy held his grip tight on Sara's neck, but the truth had just been exposed about Stephan's feelings, and now his feelings were unsure. He now had the determination set in mind, the chance to talk to Stephan about this whole situation. But, his body was beginning to weaken, as he wanted to survive, he began to fear that his conversation with Stephan would never happen.

As they all struggled to gather strength they thought, unaware of the fact they were thinking in union, "I can't die."

He sat there looking at the screens in front of him, "Their futures are unfolding right before their eyes, and they have no idea what they are seeing."

He looked at the screen to the far left, watching the three figures walking along the hall. Two women walking, while one had a man by the neck as she dragged him along.

"Dylan, such a weak man. I gave him one simple task." He sighed, "No matter, he wasn't meant to be here forever."

Bringing his attention over to the screen that displayed four cameras on one screen, a wide grin splattered across his face. "Then we have these three, who have no idea what to do next."

Stephan slowly continued forward. His mind raced with the past hours within these walls. People he loved and cared for, died within these walls. People he needed in his life, died within these walls. Now he has no idea who is alive, or who is destined to be dead in the end.

Fighting back tears, "When will this end?" His voice began to tremble. "When…will this end?" He said again, as tears began rolling down his flushed cheeks.

He walked ahead of the dim-lit hall, and tried to understand and prepare himself for the outcome of the situation.

Sara struggled to be released from Buddy's grip around her neck. But she gathered the strength to stomp on his left foot, fist him in the nose, elbow him in the stomach, and then fist him in the genitals.

Buddy screamed as his grip disappeared, he jolted away in pain.

Sara broke away and merely fell to the floor, catching a breath. She looked over at Jasmine who sat there motionless. She went up to Jasmine and punched her in the face.

Jasmine looked up at Sara in tears, "I give up Sara, I don't have the strength for this anymore." She looked down, "I've been doing nothing but fighting for my life in this prison, and watching people die. I can't walk out of here like nothing happened." She began to sob, "I can't do this…I can't."

"Jasmine get up…now, you fuckin liar—I wont fall for that shit again!" She waited for Jasmine to rise, but when she didn't she kicked her in the jaw.

Jasmine screamed, as she swung onto the cement hand first. "C'mon Sara, kill me…I'm done fighting!"

"Shut up!" Sara said as she slammed her fist into Jasmine's ribs.

Jasmine screamed again.

Sara got on top of her and started punching Jasmine in the face, "GET UP AND FIGHT!"

But Jasmine remained in place and continued to scream.

Sara got up quickly and stared down at her, she positioned herself on Jasmine's side and kicked hard; she kicked so hard she fell onto the ground.

Jasmine still lied there as she squirmed in pain.

Sara, hyperventilating, squirmed away from Jasmine, "Why wont you fight back?"

"I told you I'm done…I wont fight."

"Then I wont kill you…"

"I WILL!" Buddy screamed as he ran up to Jasmine and kicked her in the face. He grabbed her head and slammed it hard on the cement floor. He slammed harder each time, as Jasmine screamed while blood escaped her head and drowned the floor in scarlet.

Sara screamed out of horror as she ran up to Buddy and kicked him hard in the back, then the jaw. Buddy, however, did not stop slamming Jasmine into the ground. Sara then punched him hard across the face, resulting in Buddy letting go and falling to the floor. He was no longer the beauty Stephan described; he appeared as a monster that had blood all over his masculine face.

Jasmine lied there in tears and moaning in pain, she couldn't move nor did she want to. Her willingness of dying had caused her to be paralyzed of any mobilization within her body.

Sara looked away from him and scooted up to Jasmine, Sara almost cried from the beautiful face now ruined by blood and tears. She wiped the hairs out of Jasmine's face, "Jasmine, are you ok?" She sniffled.

Jasmine smiled weakly, "Yeah, I'm okay…Sara I wasn't meant to live…"

"Don't say that."

"It's true…do you honestly thing we will all make it out alive?" She paused, breathing deep, "Think about it Sara, why are we here?"

As she thought, realization hit her. "Stephan?"

She smiled again, "Yes, Sara we can't all be saved…"

As Sara went to retaliate, she watched as Jasmine's chest stopped moving, her mouth hung open, and her eyes wide open. Sara gasped in pain; she had never had someone die in her arms. She began crying as she closed Jasmine's eyes.

Buddy got up, once he saw Jasmine he laughed. "Bitch had it coming."

"She's right Buddy."

"About what?" He asked as he rose from the floor.

She sighed as she left the motionless body, "We all weren't meant to live."

He scoffed, "Maybe you weren't but I was…I have to talk to Stephan."

Sara groaned as she walked up to Buddy and slapped him hard. "Realize something here…if you get to talk to him, that wont say you'll walk out of here alive. Do you get that Buddy…do you?"

Buddy groaned from the pain in his jaw, "Yes…I get it."

"So, you want to be the last one to see him?"

Buddy's expression went to shocked, "What are you saying?"

She laughed, "We're all going to die at some point dumbass."

He thought hard, "You're willing to die so I can talk to him one last time?"

She smiled, "Yes, actually I am, after having Jasmine die in my arms I'm willing to die as well…there's no way I'll make it out alive Buddy."

As they stared at each other, their attention was brought to the walls, which inched closer. They now realized that in about five minuets one of them had to die, or be willing to die; or they all die without a say-so.

Pat struggled to hold Dylan up as he tried to break free multiple times now. She felt nerves racking inside her head, but remained calm. She jerked Dylan as he tried breaking free, "Where are we going?"

Dylan, nervous from the tension, scrambled with words. "Well, I-I don't know."

"You know this place better than the both of us…tell us now." Pat demanded.

He stammered, "I-I don't remember a lot of things."

Emily walked up to him and shook him, "You NEED to remember!"

"Hey wait, why are you yelling at me?" Dylan questioned.

Pat, puzzled from his response, asked, "What do you mean Dylan?"

"Why do you think we're here?" He looked at Emily, "It's because of her…she's the one who started this whole thing."

Pat stared up at her, "Is this true?"

Emily hid her face, "No…he's lying."

Pat loosened her grip on Dylan, "Emily…don't lie to me…is he telling the truth?"

Emily continued to keep her eyes away from Pat's, "No…"

"Then look at me…"

Emily still was turned away from Pat.

Anger surged through her body once more, "LOOK AT ME!" Pat screamed, creating an echo through the eerie halls.

As Emily looked over, she couldn't help but tremble. Exhaling hard, she couldn't lie any longer, "Yes…it is true."

Pat slammed Dylan to the ground; he crawled into a corner of the hall. Pat got in Emily's face. "You watched all these people die? You HELPED him kill these people…these children?"

She looked away from Pat, "No, I helped with the first person who died, after that it was out of my hands."

"You liar, how can I believe a word you say now?" She turned her back on Emily and looked down on Dylan, "I'm leaving you two—" She glanced back at Emily, "What happens from this point on will no longer worry me, I am here to save four kids. Since it seems the remaining are dead."

Pat slowly walked into the darkness; she did not look back.