Bob committed suicide.
I went to his room. I knocked, but there was no answer. I left him alone yesterday; I was worried today. He'd hanged himself from the grill over the light. His leather belt looked like it might break.
I left him.
I went to Xi's room. I knocked; she didn't answer. I knew she was there, though. I could hear her crying. I don't know if she's seen Bob. Sometimes she just cries.
I haven't done anything with the body. I can't face it. His eyes bulge from their blackening sockets. I need to tell the base, so they can send someone. It's unsafe to have less than three people here. I can't face that, either. I can't face anything.