Who am I? Why, I am just a little fly on the wall. I mean you no harm at all. I sit quite, I listen and I watch very carefully, it’s a wonder you even found me at all with how quite I am. All the stories I could tell! Goodness! Where to start? The things that I’ve seen. The things that I’ve heard. The quietest of whispers that still reaches my ears, the smallest of actions that still reaches my eyes. Passion hate lust murder! Oh goodness! I am getting ahead of myself. I have to be careful you know, or too soon I will be spilling my guts out too you. I would make the perfect witness you know, too bad I don’t tell.