After Randolph and I cleaned up lunch, I tucked him away in his quarters next to the dining room. He promised not to move, but because his door locked from the inside, I didn't know if he'd keep that promise. To be on the safe side, he agreed to be barricaded inside his room for a short time with a chair wedged underneath the door's handle on the outside. I hated doing this to him, but I didn't really have a choice until I figured out what was happening on the ship. Besides, I didn't want him around when I told Captain Glenn about the pills in the food. The captain needed to know, and I would do my best to spin the blame off Randolph.