I have now confirmed Jame's death. His body was located completally lifeless on the ground, about 13 miles from the Canadian border. He was found, what couldn't be coincidentally, near Lexi's mother and father's house. Her parents knew greatly of James, and it must've been quiete disturbing to see him being taken away just a few feet from their home, but I can only imagine. I have no more information to tell anyone at this point, that ive heard from someone face-to-face, except Lexi's previous phone activity 9 years ago in the house. I find it almost irritating I started to remember and talk about the occurence, now. If I had brought it up in '02 people would've had a lot more respect for me, then they would if I told of the situation years afterward. I told Harvard, and that was all. I barely even told them the truth. If I said exactly what Lexi had told me, I was afraid I was leaking information to put the whole school in danger. Im not sure if this knowledge has affected my life, or my chance of death, but Im not taking anymore risks to this point. I told the Dean at Harvard Lexi simply went to go to school in her home country, so she could be closer to her parents. No one in the U.S. knows of Lexi's death, and it was very difficult to persuade the entire country, or atleast the sources that could easily get the news across, to beleive Lexi was still, very alive. I'm now afraid, this being a selfish fear, but if any person of Authority in Canada, ALSO where James was found, found Lexi's corpse, I would be ridiculed and driven out of Harvard for being an Asset to a plan for suicide or running-away, or hiding her murder. I'm very confused as to what to do, now. And as I peice this together even more, the confusion grows. These facts im retreiving aren't adding up to the anything to do with occurence, or atleast the part of it that I know about. Maybe im too uneducated about it, I need to learn a lot more about what happened before I can learn anything else. Side-details are gonna throw me off. This is all I have to type right now, and I feel horribly scared whenever I do type to you, or whoever is reading these, but I feel its neccessary. If I die with them...none of us are going to be rememberd, so thank you for reading this, whoever is out there. More later.