9 p.m. We're finally back in that dirty room, away from all the kinky fetish people. The atmosphere between us is down. Greta is curled up in a ball on the bed, her face a blank expression, obviously processing information. Steve tries to talk about what he saw and starts stuttering. Irma holds her head in her hand and sighs loudly. I don't know if we've cut too big a bite. I don't know if I'll manage. I don't know if we'll ever be rewarded for this. We have decided which of us will find the courage to continue. We have reluctantly voted for another day in the Residence 51 hell. It cost us a lot of money and effort to get here in the first place. And we're still curious. We can't give up! Good night. Morning is brighter than night.