Legend had it, that ghosts haunted the lake in which their bodies were thrown in. The killer asks his friend who's body they were throwing in this time, he replies "It's your's."
Despite all odds, he had returned to finally see his kids again. He opens his arms as they run towards him with glee and pass him without noticing, he was still dreaming.
Firing his gun out on the frontline, an explosion throws him through the air and against a brick wall. Curiously, the wall felt soft, almost padded.
The scientist tried and tried to bring order to the room, but all attempts were futile. Finally, a stoke of genius crossed him and he exclaimed "Pi is exactly 3!"