Over the weekend, following swampy fells party, nobody saw or heard from Kristen.
Smart Sunday night came and went, but the smart family never got the phone call they were expecting to hear about the good news Kristen was supposed to share.
No one thought much of it since it was a three day weekend, except Margarita Campos, Kristen's friend and dorm mate, who separated from her a few blocks away from the party.
Kristen had tucked margaritas room key into her shoe before they split up and was supposed to spend the night in margaritas room.
The next morning, I didn't see her, but I figured she was sleeping.
Later on that afternoon, still not back.
I figured she was just, like, doing her thing, like hanging out with other people, you know?
I figured she had found a party, but then by the end of the day, it was like, wait, now this is weird, you know?
Now where is she?
I figure out early on that small mistakes in news reports have snowballed into gospel truth over the past 23 years.
In almost every official retelling of this story, Kristen's roommate Krystal is out of town all weekend, which is why Kristen isn't reported missing for several days.
It turns out that's not correct.
Crystal spent Friday night off campus, but came back Saturday and saw Kristen's belongings spread out all over her bed like they had been the day before, which probably meant that Kristen hadn't slept there.
But that didn't seem strange to her, not until Kristen didn't spend Saturday night in her room, either.
And she started to ask around, only to realize that nobody in Mirhall had seen Kristen since Friday night.
And we're like, where is she?
I'm like, Kristen, oh, my God.
Like, why are you.
Why Kristen?
Like, what is going on?