A diary with yellowing pages lies open to the last entry: "I 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... I 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? I'll rest on it, I'm dead tired now."