You wish Merv good luck with Elmira.

    He wishes you good luck with Pam.

    You walk back home.

    You enter through the kitchen door, then proceed through the dining room.

    Ghandi is there, head down on the table, passed out next to a giant emptied bowl of beans.

    Poppy completely engrossed watching the Red Sox on TV.

    You move on.

    Up the stairs you climb.  Junior, the cat, sitting on the banister, swipes at you as you pass.

    You go down the hall, and take a right.

    It's Pam's room!

    Pam's room is it's usual mess.  Pam is not here at the moment.

    You poke around a little bit, and then to your surprise, on Pam's bed you find an opened diary!


   It's not your business.  Do not look at the diary.

    Look at the diary.

    Stash the diary in the back of your underwear.