You still can't figure out how she saw you underneath your diary.

    What was she doing with your diary anyhow?

    As if to answer your question, the door to Pam's room opens, and she chucks your diary off your head.

    "You left this at Christy's," says Pam.  "Buddy gave it to me."

    Buddy's a good guy.

    You take your diary back down stairs, and head down to the basement.

    You crawl over into your favorite spot and curl up.

    You open the diary up to today's entry and after a moment's reflection, begin to write:

    5 AM - Woke up.

    But then you fall asleep.