Later that day, I went downstairs to help Marion and Gordon, however when I knocked on the door, there was no answer. I slowly opened it finding a note on the table:
'To whom it may concern
I'm Marion and Gordon's daughter. I came around this morning to see them and we went out for the morning together. Unfortunately, she had a fall and we took her to the hospital just to be certain she hasn't broke anything.
PS. If Diana is reading this, mum wouldn't stop talking about you. She can barely remember her own grandchildren yet you she adores. i'd love to meet you sometime.'
I couldn't believe it. Marion is such a lovely woman, she doesn't deserve anything like this to happen to her! Everything that we always talked about was her amazing stories of when she was as she would say 'your age' and I couldn't believe how much me and her had in common. We both were socially awkward, I mean I've been living here for three weeks now and I have barely left the apartment. To be honest, this town intimidates me. I'm nervous to go out on my own and meet new people but it's about time I left the building now, isn't it?
I went back upstairs and knocked on Harry's door. "What do you want!" he groaned as the door swung open.
"Harry, I have to tell you something. It's Marion." I hand the note in my hand and I handed it to him. He scanned it whilst I kept talking, "She collapsed."