Mary continues writing in her makeshift diary for the time being. The moonlight outside her bedroom window did feel like she was in a prison. She was just going to continue writing, until she noticed something. Something was glistening through the ripped up clothes on her bed, glimmering as the moonlight shone through. Mary slowly stopped writing as she took more notice of it. What was it? Was it metallic? What was it doing in her clothes? The more she questioned it, the more she wanted to know. She etched towards it, getting closer and closer, wanting to know more. She finally reached the clothing, moved aside the other torn clothes, and lifted up the pants. It wasn't on the outside of the pants, so it must of been inside the pockets of the pants. She reached inside one of the pockets. Tissues. Just a couple of tissues. That couldn't of been it, and if so, why did it flash? Mary tried the other pocket. Something was in there. Something square or rectangle shaped. It wasn't light, there was a bit of weight to it. Mary had to know what it was. She reached in, grabbed the object and pulled it out. It was...