...I don't know who Agatha Christie is, but I didn't do anything, and I think they dragged me in with other people without thinking about it.

I'll sit and think about birds. That's what Rory says to do, to pass the time. I guess I can try to sleep, too.

The walls are blank. It's kind of creepy. They look sort of...empty, is really the only way I can describe it. Like there is supposed to be something there, but I can't see it.