[Amanda's contempt for her warden rose just a teeeeensy bit more. Not only was she practically a kid...she decorated her things like a kid. Fucking hell.]

Whatever. My journal's still giving me bad clues, but this time they're pointing--

[A huge burst of static comes from Amanda's journal, obscuring the screen, and a man suddenly appears in front of her. It's Adam Stanheight, the loser of the bathroom game, and he's still got the clear plastic sheeting she used to suffocate him wrapped around his face. A mercy kill, because she couldn't live with the idea that he'd be left in his trap to slowly waste away.]

Ah...

[She gasps and stops dead in her tracks.]