THE FOLLOWING IS A TRANSCRIPT OF VIDEO FOOTAGE FEATURING BOTH EMMA [REDACTED] AND BLAINE [REDACTED].

--File 010: Resolutions--

10/11/XXXX

Blaine is eyeing the facecam with distaste.

Emma: "Yeah, all right, Spielberg, I'm getting a degree in creative writing, not cinematography."

Blaine: "Good, because this thing sucks. What was it, like fifteen bucks?"

Emma: "Yes, and I wouldn't have even gotten it, if it weren't for my stupid writing class. Did you get excused from classes, too?"

Blaine: "Yeah. School's given me the quarter off and credits to retake, once the police talked to them."

Emma: "I think they're keeping an eye on us."

Blaine looks startled.

Blaine: "Why do you say that?"

Emma: "They acted so weird when all that shit went down, like the house was ground zero for the bubonic plague."

Blaine: "Look, I don't know if you remember actually being there, but the whole place was super infested with flies. I'd look at that as ground zero, too. Do you know how disgusting flies are? They transmit all sorts of awful diseases."

Emma: "That's not even the half of it, dude."

Emma whips out the book on flies, dropping it on the desk in front of her. Blaine's eyebrows raise.

Blaine: "I didn't think you'd go looking for a book on flies after wat you went through, I'm going to be honest."

Emma: "Yeah, well, I've got to keep my brain busy, or I'll remember..."

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Emma suddenly goes very pale, very quickly, and she cringes in her chair, hard. She shakes herself, and then quickly reaches for something else, her hands shaking. Blaine is watching her very closely.

Emma: "Right. So how did you know Wynona? We need a good, clear record of everything before we go too deep."

Blaine: "We were in the same major, and started at roughly the same time, so we shared a lot of classes. We're both..."

Blaine seems to struggle for the right words, and Emma, fiddling with her books and rearranging them several times to keep her hands busy, sniffs in amusement.

Emma: "You're anti-social."

Blaine: "Uh... yeah. How did you know that?"

Emma: "I've seen you around. Wynona has almost all the same classes as you, like you said, so I see you a lot. You don't hang out with people, and you're always studying, working, or fiddling with a camera. Word around campus is that you don't go to parties, you don't make friends, and you don't talk to anyone."

Blaine looks startled and disconcerted.

Blaine: "Why is there word anywhere about me?"

Emma: "Um."

She looks suddenly self-conscious.

Emma: "It's weird to explain to your face, but a lot of the girls on campus, particularly in your major, think you're... uh. Worth watching."

His eyebrows shoot even higher up his face, and he looks completely lost for words. Without the shadows under his eyes and the hint of a haunted look in his expression, Blaine would be considered fairly attractive by any girl his age.

Blaine: "...Oh."

Emma: "Anyway, you said that you heard I was worried about Wynona. That's why you approached me in the library, right?"

Blaine: "Yeah. By coincidence, I heard some of my classmates talking about how Wynona hadn't shown up, and her roommate was going around uh..."

Blaine pauses and seems to rethink his words.

Blaine: "Going around... asking questions."

Emma snorts.

Emma: "Pissing people off, you mean. I thought that maybe she had talked to someone. I thought I had made her upset."

Emma suddenly looks like she's on the verge of hyperventilating, her eyes widening as the reality of everything threatens to overwhelm the very frail facade of calm she's exuding. Blaine quickly speaks up.

Blaine: "I obviously know how you know her. Why exactly were you convinced that something was wrong? It'd been only three days."

Emma: "I know Wynona... and I thought I'd pushed her into talking about something she didn't want to talk about. Specifically: the Maggot Man."

Blaine: "The serial killer from like fifteen years ago? What the hell has that got to do with anything?"

Emma: "It's got everything to do with everything. Here, let's quit recording for a sec, and I'll show you the video we recorded-"

As is custom with Emma, the video stops abruptly, presumably to do exactly as she suggested.