Chris stared at the wall in front of him, completely dumbfounded. "What's with these guys and puzzles," he said in annoyance. The wall contained numerous bricks, all of which contained a letter of the alphabet. Many of the letter were duplicates, and there were at least fifty columns and rows of two by two foot bricks. The massive display was huge, and overwhelmed him. What the hell was he supposed to find? None of the letters were in order; it was one huge word search puzzle.

His most recent search had led him to a dead end, but he knew better than to assume the room truly had no hidden passages or pathways. He wondered briefly if the others ran into little mind games on their hunt. It was foolish of him to assume that this replica mansion wouldn't be the same as Spencer's "home." He looked around the room multiple times, but he found no answers. The office held no clues regarding the secret of the letter wall. He had rummaged through books and drawers, and went through ever nook and cranny, but he found nothing. The ungodly bright light from the ceiling fan was causing him a headache. Did Wesker really need the extra light to see? He felt a light layer of sweat on his brow forming.

Chris went over to the light switch, and shut off a portion of the lights around the room easing the strain on his eyes. When he turned back to the letter wall, he noticed writing on the opposite side of the office. Along the barren wall were illuminated words. "No way..." Chris said. He shut off all the lights, and could now clearly see a message that had been written on the wall in glowing letters.

With love and care did my body grow

Only love and care did my creator show

With four that hold up one.

My creator has worked from moon to sun.

Walls for protection is what he gave

From dark predators I will be saved

But there are secrets that lurk within

I am not pure, I am full of sin

Please creator please tell me why

For it is your name that I will always cry.

He looked over the poem several times before he received a call on his radio. "My door is clear," came Jill's voice. "I found something that could help us later, but I have no idea what it goes to."

"Copy that," Chris answered, keeping his eyes on the words before him. "For it is your name that I will always cry... what the hell does that mean?"

Static. "You got trouble, Chris? Over." Static.

"I don't know yet," he answered truthfully. He had no idea where to even begin. "There's a riddle here, and I guess I'm supposed to answer it if I want to get anywhere. If you're done, I could use a hand."

Static. Leon's voice took over. "I'm done as well. I'll meet up with you in a few minutes. Couldn't find anything on my end." Static.

"Copy," Chris said, tucking the radio back into his belt. Why couldn't this rescue mission be simple? He had half a mind to strap some C4 to the damn wall, but who knew what else he would be taking down with it. If there was one thing just as annoying as chasing down Wesker, it was riddles.

He went over the poem one line at a time, and the only answer he could come up with was God or something related to the church. God was considered the ultimate creator, so he thought of various names that God was often called. But it was probably best to start simple. Every riddle needed a starting point.

Chris walked over to the alphabet wall and looked any order of letters that resembled GOD. That seemed like a decent place to start. He found it displayed vertically on the far left hand side. When he reached out to touch the G, he received a large shock that traveled throughout his body. "Ugh!" he fell to the ground, shaking his head to clear his vision. The wave of electricity brought him to his knees, and he had barely even touched the wall. "Guess that was the wrong answer..."

He couldn't afford to guess wrong; the power of the shocks would render him useless if he kept having such high voltages entering his body. He wasn't planning on having a field day with powerful currents of electricity, so he refrained from touching any other letters that made up God's many aliases. The palm of his hand was blackened, and his heart rate had returned to normal. It wasn't much longer until Jill and Leon entered the office.

"Well, you've got quite a tough one on your hands," Jill said after reading the poem. She looked to the alphabet wall, and placed a finger under chin. "So I'm assuming that you're supposed input the answer here?" She reached out, but he pulled her back.

Chris showed her his hand, and she winced. "Yeah, just don't mess up."

"With four that hold up one?" Leon recited. "That's the only line that doesn't really make sense. Everything else here can pertain to the human soul and the human heart, but what does four that hold up one have to do with anything?"

"Maybe it has to do with the number of legs and arms we have?" Jill suggested.

Chris shook his head. "It doesn't match the rest of the poem though. Everything has to do with a creator."

Leon toyed with the idea a while longer. He reached out to the letter B and received the same shock Chris had earlier. He stepped back, barely able to regain his balance. "Well, I guess BABY is out of the question," he said groaning, shaking his hand to get feeling back into it.

Jill looked around the room, going through the mess that Chris had made. They couldn't spend the next hour shocking each other with wrong answers. "There has to be something." When she cleared the desk off, she noticed a picture of Spencer Mansion that had been inserted into glass set firmly inside the main body of the desk. It served as the main display of the desk, adding to the presence of such a finely made commodity. The picture featured a bird's eye view of the mansion, and it looked serene and homely. The colors used were bright and lively, immediately giving one a sense of security. 'Yeah right... if they only knew what was inside of that thing,' Jill thought to herself. "Hold on..." her eyes snapped back to the poem on the wall. "Walls for protection is what he gave me. Secrets that lurk within, I am not pure, I am full of sin..." and it finally hit her. "The poem's about Spencer Mansion," she said out loud.

"The mansion itself?" Chris asked skeptically.

Jill read each line of the poem, feeling the pieces fit together. "Four that hold up one. Four walls that hold up a house. The secrets within are the experiments that happened in the underground labs. Quick, who was the creator of Spencer Mansion?"

"George Trevor," Chris answered.

Jill returned to the alphabet wall and looked for the name of the mansion's creator. When she focused more on finding actual words hidden in the wall, she found MESSIAH, JEHOVAH, GENESIS, TRINITY, CHILD, and many more. All were answers to throw the hunter off the trail. "There!" she said pointing to the G in the middle of the far right. From left to right, she saw ROVERTEGROEG. The name was backwards. "Let's see if I'm right," she said.

She placed her hand on the first G and prepared herself to get thrown back. But no shock came. The brick containing the letter G was sucked into the wall, and she smiled. She proceeded down until the very last R. "That's my girl!" she heard Chris cheer.

The entire wall began to move, shaking while it split down the middle. The two halves separated from each other and revealed a single metal door. In the center of it, she saw a circular indentation. There was a keypad in the middle of it. Great, now they needed a freaking code. "I got nothing," she frowned to Chris and Leon, stepping away. Just when she thought they were about to get somewhere, they ran right into another dead end.

Leon inspected the keypad further, being careful not to touch anything. "Looks like there should be seven numbers," he said. "There are seven tiny slots, so I'm guess that's where the numbers are supposed to go."

"Just great," Jill sighed. "First it was that stupid rainbow song, then a cryptic poem, and now this."

"What song?" Leon said, perking up. That made him remember something.

Jill pulled out the access card she had found about an hour ago. "I found this in the shooting range, but I had to go through another one of these puzzles," she said in irritation, pointing to the keypad. "It was Dorothy singing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow."

"Rainbow..." Leon said slowly. He looked down at his watch, and approached the keypad. "If I'm wrong, feel free to kick my ass. But there was a contraption I found earlier that featured the colors of the rainbow. At the time, I had no idea what it meant, but..." He punched in the numbers 9,1,5,2,3, and 7 just as they had been illuminated by the order of the colors of the rainbow: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and violet. The keypad turned green, and a slot had opened. "I think this is all you," he said to Jill.

Jill slid the access card into the keypad, and an elevator door was opened to them. Each of them readied their weapons, and slowly made their way inside. The moment they pushed the button to go down, the alarms were triggered. "Warning! Intruder alert. Fingerprints denied. Warning! Intruder alert," shrieked a computerized voice. The elevator door shut behind them trapping them inside and began the descent down into the unknown.