You head upstairs.  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.