you, Alma and Greta were at a party, but Alma got very drunk and we took her outside, she vomited a little while you was holding her hair, then Greta and I went to get our coats and left Alma there, but when we got back She wasn't there anymore, Greta and I were very desperate. After a lot of searching, Greta sits on the floor and starts talking:

greta- "it's all my fault.."