At that same moment, deep within the confines of Dorian's mansion, Geoff was chained to the wall in a large dungeon like room. Electrodes were jammed into his flesh, and he was bleeding from a cut on his forehead. His right eye was swollen shut, and he had multiple cuts and bruises on his chest, arms, and legs. "Now, I'm going to ask you one last time." snarled Dorian. "What are you and your friends planning? What do those traitors McLean and Hatchet want from me?"

Geoff, wavering on the edge of unconsciousness, steadied himself, and looked Dorian in the eye. "Stick it, you sick bastarrrrrrh-." He let out a scream as another blast of electricity jolted through him.

"Bring them in." Dorian ordered. Several guards left the room, returning seconds later with Bridgette, Harold, and LeShawna, who had all been roughed up as well. Dorian motioned for Bridgette to be brought forward. He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back, and placed a knife at her throat. "I've given you chances to tell me the truth, but since torture doesn't seem to work, let's see if murder does." Geoff looked terrified, but Bridgette looked at him, a calm expression on her face.

"Don't tell him anything." she breathed.

"It's your choice, Geoff." said Dorian. "Either tell me the truth, or she dies."

Geoff hesitated, before muttering, "I'll tell you, we're planning to welcome you back to the show."

Dorian released Bridgette and advanced towards Geoff. "Lies!" he shouted, twitching his hand, and Geoff was blasted with another shock.

"Please let him go, you're killing him." Bridgette pleaded, tears in her eyes.

"Tell me the truth, and I'll let him down." said Dorian. "I assure you, I am a man of my word."

"Don't do it Bridge, don't do it." whispered LeShawna. But Bridgette had no choice, she couldn't let them keep torturing Geoff.

"The truth is, we're trying to bring you down." she said, looking at Dorian. "We are planning to tear your company down and end your life." It wasn't entirely true, but it was good enough. Dorian signaled for Geoff to be released. He then turned and shot Bridgette in the chest.

"NO!" Geoff shouted. Bridgette's eyes widened, and she collapsed, hitting the floor with a thud. Dorian and his men left, leaving the four of them in the room. Geoff crawled over to Bridgette, who was motionless. Geoff shook his wife slightly, but she did not move. She lay spread eagle, her eyes still open and glassy; she was dead. Geoff stared down at his wife, to numb with shock to cry.

Harold and LeShawna crawled over to him, LeShawna placing an arm around his shoulder. "Geoff?" she asked, hesitantly. "Geoff are you okay?"

He looked at her, tears starting to form in his eyes. "Why?" he asked, "Why Bridgette? Why couldn't he have shot me?"

"I don't know sugar." said LeShawna. "I don't know. Listen, Bridgette would want you to be strong, she would want you go on. She-" LeShawna broke down and began crying, as did Geoff. Harold, sat in numb disbelief, his head in his hands. Suddenly Bridgette gave a shuddering gasp, that made the three of them jump.

"Bridgette?" said Geoff, looking at her. "Bridgette, you're alive!"

Coughing, she rolled to her side and said in a horse whisper, "Of course I'm alive, thanks to you." She pulled out the triable sun necklace Geoff had given her on their wedding night. It was dented from the bullet.

"How did you know that was gonna work?" asked LeShawna, astonished.

"I didn't." said Bridgette. "He could have shot me in the head, but I was lucky. I figured he would double cross us somehow, and I just hoped he aimed for my chest."

"You're extremely lucky." said Harold. "There was a one in a million chance that he would shoot you in that exact spot, or that he would have shot you at all. He could've shot me or LeShawna."

"He wanted to show Geoff he was serious." said Bridgette. "That's why he shot me. Look we need to figure out a way to get out of here. I say we devise a plan and when the guards come back we implement it." The others agreed, and they spent the next six hours planning their escape. Finally the guards came back, and they sprang, taking them down with relative ease.

Now outside of their cell, the four made their way through the labyrinth of passageways that lay beneath Dorian's mansion. After several minutes they found the stairs that lead back to the surface. "We gotta be careful." said Harold, as they climbed the stairs. "There's probably more guards at the top." Sure enough, Harold was right, there were more guards at the top, lots of them.

They managed to fight their way through the crowd, but just as they reached the front door, Harold was struck in the head and went down. The other three made it outside and ran for the gate. They did not have time to go back for Harold; the guards were shooting at them, trying to take them down. As they approached the gate, Bridgette screamed in pain, as a bullet ripped through her right knee, shattering the kneecap. Geoff grabbed her and they made it through the gates and into the street. The guards did not pursue them, leaving them free to run. After making it back across the bridge, they collapsed on the side of the road, exhausted from the escape. Bridgette's knee was messed up, and she was unable to put any weight on it. After resting for several minutes, Geoff got to his feet. "Let's get moving." he said. "We'll regroup with the others and then we can rescue Harold." he added, catching LeShawna's eye.

"Right." she said. "Right now we need to get Bridge to the hospital." Geoff nodded and they set off, hoping to make it back by sunrise.