Pam knees you in the groin hard, kncoking your ass back onto the bed.
"I'll tell you exactly what," says Pam. "I found it underneath my bed. Here, gimme that thing."
Pam swipes the diary from your hands, opens to the last entry, and reads aloud:
"9:15 PM - Pam's room is cool.
10 PM - I'm hanging out underneath her bed.
11:21 PM - Uh, oh. Somebody's coming.
11:22 PM - Run!"
"Oh, yeah," you think to yourself. "That was last Tuesday."
"Brad, now you listen to me very carefully," says Pam. "Do not ever, under any circumstance, ever come into my bedroom again for as long as you live. Are we clear?"
"Um, OK," you say.
"Now, go!" barks Pam.
You take your diary and leave Pam's room.
A second after you leave, Pam calls out to you:
"Wait a second, get back in here," she says.