Hamlet, in the queens room, with a dagger

Oh what a terrible yelp leaped out of the Queen's quarters as i walked by. I was naturaly afraid so i cracked open the door and saw Lord Polonius lying dormant on the floor with a pool of blood descending from him. Standing over him was my chum Hamlet and his mother. As quietly as i had entered i left. the event shoke me. now hamlet has gone to murder and his mother the assistant? Surprisingly this hasnt changed my trust in him. Polonius isn't exactly Saint John so his loss is sad but not that sad. we shall see how these events unfold, many things remain to be seen