Wrong Place at the Wrong Time

Dear Diary,

Oh my goodness! I can not believe what happened to me tonight after taking the children to their Fergie concert. I am writing this all down in hope that one day I will be able to figure out why I was the person that had to witness such a horrific act of violence. I was walking down a dark alley on my way to the limo that was to take me back to the estate. All of a sudden I heard a cry for help. I quickly hid behind the a pile of garbage outside of the McDonald's. Boy, that did not smell too good. Right now I still have the smell of french fries on my clothing. Anyway back to what I saw...I slowly peeked over the top of the garbage. There were two men. I think one was famous because I swear I have seen him on TV before. Now that I think about it, the man was Sir Danvers Carew, a very important member of Parliament. The other man was definitely bigger than Carew. He looked familiar to me as well, but as of right now my mind is drawing a blank. It was at this exact moment that I witnessed something I wish no other human being would have to see. The giant man pulled a large baseball bat out of his baggy jeans. He took the bat and vigorously beat Carew to death. I gasped loudly, and the giant turned around. Thankfully he did not notice I was there because he was distracted by the raccoons that were rummaging through the garbage. I waited a few seconds and popped my head out again. The giant was gone. I quickly sprinted the rest of the way to the limo, and did not say a single word to anyone. Now I am left wondering what to do. Please help me. All I know was that I was definitely in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Sincerely,

A confused and shocked servant girl