It was a late night, and Lawrence was heading back home from the hospital. The rain fell and slid off of his umbrella, raindrops landing on the ground and his shoes slightly polished and wet from the puddles underneath.

The doctor had finally gotten his life back in control somehow, escaping the bathroom without a foot and the hopes of getting help for his dear trap partner, Adam, paying off. But if he told the Lawrence that was trapped in that shithole that he was, infact, an apprentice working for The Jigsaw Killer, he'd probably be flooded with questions and 'why would you do that' from both Adam and himself.

But what he didn't know, behind all the screaming, crying, and blood- behind everything, Adam had escaped the bathroom. Now, he thought Adam was a goner, being stuck with no light, no food, nothing. He thought that he'd either be dead, or the latter. In which you could tell what happened.

But he never noticed the man across the road, smoking a cigarette under a bus stop.