Inside the warehouse, Amanda knew exactly where she was. She saw the bed that she once slept in and the work that she and John once created together. Then she saw in front of her a wheelchair. Sitting in the wheel chair was a folded piece of paper with her name written on it. She picked the paper up and opened it. Her heart raced as she read the writing, "You're almost there."
Outside, Roxi ran to the door where she realized that she was locked out. She began to panic and to beat on the door. When she realized that the door was not going to open, she started to frantically pull at the ankle bracelet. "I can't let this happen," Roxi grumbled to herself. Then she looked up and saw a broken window just above her reach. She didn't waste any time trying to reach it as she jumped up and caught the ledge in her hands. She struggled as she pulled herself up and fell through the window, landing with a hard thud on the cement floor below.
Amanda knew where John would be now. She cautiously walked to the room in which he designed his work. He was sitting in a chair with his back to her. "Enter, Amanda," he said in a deep raspy voice. She then walked over to him as he turned around. He was thin ans pale and looked as if he was close to death. A single tear rolled down Amanda's face. He reached out his hands to her as she walked over to him and he embraced her. "You have been given another chance," said John as Amanda looked at him and then looked at the floor.
"Yes, I made it," Roxi triumphantly said to herself still facing the other side of the window. She slowly turned around and saw John and Amanda staring at her. "You're quite mistaken," said John. "What?" Roxi asked, "I did everything you said. Here, Amanda's here, just like you wanted." "You did nothing. She found me herself. She took the heroine; she sat in front of the warehouse; she heard the news report; and she came to find me. Everything that you did was for yourself, and you're out of time," said John as he pushed a button on a remote control in his hand. "No!" shouted Roxi as hundreds of volts of electricity were pumped through her body. She then hit the floor and began to convulse until her heart could take no more. Then she died. A small trickle of blood flowed out the corner of her mouth and pooled on the floor. "Game over," said John as he looked at Amanda. Amanda then reached into her pocket and retrieved the object that she had been carrying with her for the past couple days. She reached out and placed it in John's hand as he grinned at her like a proud father. In his hand was a single puzzle piece belonging to the puzzle inside Roxi's apartment. John had a feeling that Amanda somehow knew that he had placed it in her pocket when she was asleep on the bench in front of the warehouse. John walked Amanda over to his work table as she surveyed his drawings. "The missing piece has now been returned to me. You are safe here," John said to Amanda as they began discussing their next test subject.