Dear Dairy,

Where am I? I am somewhere rusty and old. Police are surrounding outside these rusty bars. After a few moments, I recognised I was in prison in Alcatraz. I feel so weak in side with police who are like controlling me. I am so lonely, what have I done to get here? Did I steal something or kill someone? I feel like no one likes me, I feel like no one knows me anymore. Is there something special about this place? Could I escape is there a hole in the wall? I think I have a plan ... !!!