A diary with yellowing pages lies open to the last entry:$B$BI don't know what's going to happen now that Harold's turned.  It took everything out of me to drag him into the only place I could find that'd lock him up tight and hold him.  I hid the key on me, and I pray it works...$B$BI hope I can get out of here, but I need money to do that.  Our stuff's all in the cabinet I think... and now that I think about it, doesn't Harold keep the key on him?$B$BI'll rest on it, I'm dead tired now.