The room is empty of Nala’s possessions. Sometime this morning while I was watching the approach alone she removed any trace of her presence. I hunt, hopelessly, for indications that she was there but she is cunning; she has left none. A note, on the paper which I have used for my journal, is on my bed.Youhaveunderstoodnothing , the note says,andwhentheunderstandingcomesitwillbetoolate . The note is unsigned. I suspect that it is by Nala but cannot be sure of this. Perhaps I wrote it to myself and then forgot about it in the excitement of approach.
In any event, I agree with it.