The woman and child begin to wander down the street towards the nearest street lamp. Obviously, being led like a moth to the flame. The screams of the child echo off the apartment buildings which form the walls of this arena. As the arena's gladiators, the team manages to emerge completely unharmed from a violent run-in with a pair of armed gangers.

The wind changes again and again brings the smell or rotting garbage from a nearby open dumpster. As the team moves inside, the forearm snap blade, which is still embedded in the pavement, finally stops vibrating. Moments later, power is restored to the block, once again bathing it in a familiar orange glow. When the lights come up suddenly, several rats can be seen scurrying for the shadows.