At this point, the other victim you tried to save on your way out of the Hewitt household was already gutted by Leatherface with the end of the chainsaw like it was nothing right before your eyes. Even as Leatherface chased you through the entire house, he was calm, quiet, and scarily nonchalant, like he was going about a sick daily routine. It was a massive far cry from the Thomas everyone, including you, used to bully back in school.

Even in the rest of the Hewitt family's absence for a few months, Leatherface still did his usual twisted duties as usual, like if they were still there, ordering him around and not vacationing around the state to enjoy their time off. As you ran—or rather, crawled—for your life, memories of Thomas being tormented and bullied by classmates flooded your mind. The transformation from a timid victim to a cold-blooded killer was chilling and left you regretting calling him a weakling daily all those years ago; now the 'weakling' is causally hunting you down with a rusty chainsaw.

Leatherface watched with irritated eyes as you hurriedly crawled by the side couch and coffee table to get the door, accidentally knocking over the remote, turning the TV on, illuminating the dark living room, and making him loudly groan and scoff as he threw down the chainsaw, grabbed your leg, pulled you back so you could face him, and took to tightly choking and pinning you down—but just then a sharp gasp could be heard from the same TV. It had gotten to an overly raunchy scene with the characters being in an eerily similar situation, and for once, Leatherface looked stunned as his eyes darted to the TV, to you, to the TV, and back to you again.