You and Roger

Suddenly, a crowbar brained the skull of the chauffeur. You struck him a second time, but you weren't as careful as you should have been. Malcolm took out a hidden knife, and attacked you, stabbing wildly at your groin.

Malcolm took a few minutes to try to get his chauffeur back up and going, when a second figure emerged. It was Roger. More skilled with the blunt instrument, he knocked out Malcolm with the crowbar, his knife clattering to the floor. As the chauffeur rose back up to his feet, he pulled out a gun. It was time to end this, the chauffeur thought darkly. But as he aimed the gun, you kicked out, causing him to slip on your blood. At that moment, Roger picked up the knife and struck.

It was over. Roger cut Carrie's bonds free. Carrie went over to you desperately, peeling off what clothing she was wearing to staunch your wounds. She called 911, frantic.

"Junior, please hang on baby, please ... I love you so much," Carrie said, cradling your head in her lap as she called for aid.