Hall of Infinite Doors

The police officer reamins silent, as though you did not even say anything. The other police officer comes out of your van with a handful of things. Some personal items of yours and some pictures you got from the internet and also some pictures you printed from your digital camera, chronologging some other victims. In a wild moment, you decide to run for the kid, maybe a hostage, maybe a goodbye present from god. You hear a "FREEZE!" behind you and a sharp pain hits you in the back. You did not expect them to fire on you. You wake up in a jail hospital bed and curse yourself. You lose.