Oh, poor Hamlet. I am so worried for him. I am not able to talk to him as much as I want since my father has forbidden me. Hamlet frightened me when he came to see me the other day. He was in a crazed state and his clothes were all askew. When he approached me, he grabbed my arm tightly and stared at me. He wouldn't speak, and I was too afraid to say anything. He never took his eyes off of me, even as he was leaving the room. When he finally left, I immediately ran to my father, Polonius, to explain to him what had just happened. He thinks Hamlet is madly in love and he is worried, so we decided to tell the king. I don't know what will happen, but I hope my Hamlet will be okay.