If I hear her name whispered furtively one more time I may have to punch someone. Nobody knows anything more than they knew yesterday. Imogen’s phone is not being answered, but still people gossip. Suddenly, she was everyone’s best friend – people are ghouls and I hate them. I would like to have been able to do something, but I never really spoke to her, so it’s a bit much to then send her a card or something – she’d think I was a ghoul.