Running, running ... Through the grass, over the wall, and now in the depths of a tunnel.
The free world outside the St. Pavlov Foundation is right before him.
Jerry Wilson: Hahaha! You can't stop me! None of you can stop me now!
Jerry Wilson: Even the Foundation's hounds will lose my scent eventually!
He heaves his exhausted body through the darkness like a walking corpse.
The toffee drops out of his pocket.
Jerry Wilson: ...?
Jerry Wilson: Heh ...
He steps on it.
It crushes under his foot.
Jerry Wilson: Damn Foundation bastards—siding with the human that killed my ma and not even putting that devil to trial! How can you expect me to help you after that?
He drags another foot forward.
He wipes the blood smeared on his face from the fall, madness in his eyes.
Jerry Wilson: Heh! Joining you and betraying Manus Vindictae was the dumbest decision I ever made.
Jerry Wilson: But this time ... this time, I've got all kinds of dirt on you!
Jerry Wilson: Mr. Forget Me Not ... he'll reward me for all this, and Manus Vindictae will make that murderer pay!
The whistling of the wind grows stronger as he approaches the light at the end of the tunnel.
On the other side, the people waiting to receive him have already arrived.
Jerry Wilson: I-I'm free!
On the instrument screen, a small cursor is slowly moving.
Lucy: Just as you hoped, Pedra.
Lucy: The mousetrap has worked.
Unbeknownst to the staff of the rehabilitation center, an agreement had been made.
Pedra: Now, let's see which hole this little mouse scurries into.
...
Intern Adam: Alright, Mr. Cobb.
Intern Adam: Your evening walk's over.
Intern Adam: Shall I take you back to your room?
He lends the old man an arm.
The corridor is silent, save for their footsteps.
Patient Cobb: I ever tell you 'bout the river I stepped in three times?
Intern Adam: Yes, Mr. Cobb. You've mentioned it several times already.
Patient Cobb: Really?
He looks at the staff member as if seeing him for the first time.
Patient Cobb: Sorry, what's your name? I think this is the first time we've met.
Intern Adam: Adam, sir.
Cobb rubs his wrinkled nose.
His hunched back has become quite a burden to him.
Patient Cobb: Anyway, kid.
Patient Cobb: The third time I stepped into that river ...
Patient Cobb: sigh I've grown so old, you see—forgotten where I am.
Patient Cobb: They say my mind's goin' backwards. All I remember are these old stories.
His mind is clearer than it's been for quite some time.
Patient Cobb: I come from a big family, and many nights the other kids would lock me up in the house, boltin' the windows and doors. Funny. I can't seem to recall any of their faces now.
Patient Cobb: Anyway, one day, I snuck out.
Patient Cobb: And back to the river I went.
Patient Cobb: Some say we can never step into the same river twice.
Patient Cobb: The kids all said that the river had long dried up—that there wasn't nothin' but cracked dirt left behind.
Patient Cobb: But I knew they were lyin'.
He closes his eyes.
Patient Cobb: Because ...
Patient Cobb: Ah, d'you see it?
Patient Cobb: My puppy—the one I lost—has been hidin' there by the riverbank all along.
