It has worked! They all think I have gone mad! Ophelia, Mother, Claudius, everyone! I have come to visit the sweet Ophelia in the middle of the night. I was a mess and crazed, she was terrified, but at least it worked. With my stockings ungartered and around my ankles, pale as my shirt, and my knees knocking to gether, I had said nothing. One hand outreached, not quite caressing her face, I exerted a most pitiful and haunting sign. Very carefully I walked out the door never leaving eye contact, seeing the worry and fright in her eyes. Ophelia, sweet, sweet Ophelia.. Please forgive me, I need you to believe I am no longer
