From the Diary of an Unknown Anamigus
I saw Amy Tate to today. She had passed by my window looked in to see if I was home then smiled when she saw me on my lap-top. For a one hundred year old lady she was in very good shape.
I think I killed someone. I don't know. But it's all over the news. Nobody thinks it was me, even Amy who always sees right into the truth. I'm still in her "family". I wish they could just suspect me and then put me in jail. I would be better.