I sleep until noon the next day. I don't even hear Sawyer when he raps on my window. Well, until he forcibly opens the window and climbs inside.

I wake with a start.

"What are you doing in my room Sawyer?" I ask angrily

*What happened Mauni? Did you get hurt? Is Willow really dead? What did the guy look like? Are you ok?* He signs frantically.

I yawn, anger evaporating

"Yes, Willow is dead, she was killed by a person in a smooth black mask with a knife. I injured my ankle running away. No, I am not ok, the medic says I might have PTSD. And on top of that, the killer now knows what I look like."

*I hear you have to go in for questioning*

"Yeah, tomorrow. I'm one of two witnesses. Then I might have to go to court." I say sadly

Sawyer pushes his white hair out of his eyes and lets out a loud sigh.

*I feel bad because I never really knew Willow, I know you guys were close.*

He pauses.

*Tell me about her*

"Ok"

I end up talking with Sawyer for the rest of the day.