Lawrence sat in his bed, staring at the wall in front of him as he tried to get the pain he still felt from the surgery performed on him out of his mind.

The door opened and a young woman entered, holding a food tray. She was Tabitha "Tabby" Kramer, John "Jigsaw" Kramer's daughter. She stood at 5'6" with dark hair and green eyes with fair skin and wearing a simple black tutu skirt and a solid black tank top with purple leggings and ballerina-type shoes. She was younger than he but much older than his Diana.

"Hello again, Doctor." she said. "Have an appetite now?"

"Hello, Tabby.." Lawrence said, ignoring her question but acknowledging the fact she entered his room.

Tabby sighed and placed the food tray on its legs so it stood above the still sitting Lawrence. Her face was written with concerned. She took her usual spot in a chair which sat right next to the doctor's bed.

"I wish you would eat.." she said, "You need your strength. Don't you want to see Diana and Allison again? Isn't this what you have learned? To appreciate them?"

"I told Adam I would save him, I would send help.." Lawrence said.

"I've told you again and again.. he can't be saved, he didn't win. Those are the rules."

Lawrence took Tabby's hand, his blue eyes meeting her green eyes.

"Please, you have to ask your father." he said. "We've become such fast friends.. this is all I'm asking of you, Tabby.."

It was true Tabby and Lawrence had become fast, good friends. She did visit him a lot and spoke with him until she was called to her father. What else is there to do in this kind of place but talk to someone and get to know them better?

"Papa won't allow it. Adam didn't follow the rules. He wasn't grateful to be alive." Tabby said.

"Who are we to say he isn't now?" Lawrence asked. "Who are we to say once he gets out, he won't be grateful for every breath he takes? I was ungrateful but I've seen the errors of my ways and I know Adam will do the same if given the chance.."

"He was given a chance, he didn't take it. You did." Tabby responded.

"I saw death! Hearing my family's cries and believing for a second they were dead was death for me! Adam never saw death, he never saw death until John closed the door."

Tabby sat in her chair in silence, Lawrence's hand still holding hers. She knew he was right and he knew she knew he was.

"If I ask him.. Will you please, please eat your food?" Tabby asked. She closed her eyes and then opened them to look back at Lawrence.

"As you wish. I will eat everything you give me if you ask and save him." Lawrence said, motioning to the food tray.

Tabby stood and took the apple she had placed on the food tray and held it in her hand, looking at it before looking at Lawrence.

"Do you think.. he likes red apples?"

Tabby walked down the dimly lit hallway with the red apple still in her hand. She continued to walk until her arm was grabbed. Startled, she dropped her apple and back away from whoever was in the shadows.

She heard a familiar, light chuckle and her attacker went, picked up her apple and offered it to her with his familiar smile. It was Mark Hoffman, a detective working for Jigsaw.

"You scare too easily." he said.

Tabby took back her apple. "You caught me in the middle of thinking."

Mark took Tabby into his arms and Tabby could do nothing but wrap her arms around him. She was always happy to see the man she loved.

"What are you doing here?" Tabby asked. She kissed Mark.

"Got off early, thought I'd drop in and see if I could help John with something." Mark said.

"There isn't anything to really work on. Papa is trying to keep hidden for a while."

"Well, is the house ready for the next game?"

"Just about. We also need pho.. Wait, that's it."

An idea suddenly sparked into Tabby's head and, after kissing Mark, Tabby rushed over to her father's workroom. She heard Mark call for her but she had no intention of stopping for him.

Tabby entered her father's workroom, butterflies catching up with her as she realized what she was about to request. where she found her father and Amanda Young at their own desks, sketching or contemplating new games for the next players.

"Papa," Tabby said, hoping the fear in her voice couldn't be heard. "can I ask you something?"

Mark entered as Tabby walked closer to her father. Mark shook his head and just walked over to his desk, taking off his dress jacket and placing it on his chair. He started to look at sketches someone left on his desk for him to look over.

"What is it, Tabitha?" John asked.

"Well, I was wondering.." Tabby held the red apple in her hand a bit tighter than before, thinking it would somehow give her some kind of strength or courage.

"Yes?"

"Can you release Adam?"

(A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter.. Reviews of constructive criticism are always welcomed.)