I don't think I'll do it anymore...he may have killed someone, but I don't think I could do something like give him tampered food. I suppose I'll eat the cupcake myself, it'd be a shame to let it go to waste.

[She's petty when she's angry, but once she calms down, well, chances are she won't do a thing.

Inside the appliances thankfully there's nothing, she learned her lesson once she damaged the microwave downstairs. The trash bins are filled with balls of paper, looking inside one will reveal it's Shelley's notes from the cameras, most of them about people who are dead. She's starting to come to terms with all the deaths, finally.

Under the bed there's...there's a photo of the folding screen from the very first week. It's heavily scribbled on both sides. On the image itself there are question marks and mostly an attempt to find anything that could indicate it isn't her intern's handwriting, while on the other side there's a short text:

'Lottie. I don't know what's going on, but if you're involved in all this I just want to tell you I'm sorry if I did something that made you angry. I just want to know why you'd do this'

Judging by the blotches of ink and the smudges, this was written all the way in the first week]