Darlington follows him in, watching as Pal takes down the notebook and taking in the clutter and the order both. Again, there's that sense of familiarity, and not; another of the many things lost to the void of his past, another piece that may never be made completely whole. Pal's explanation is enough to focus on, at least, and Darlington nods.

"So there's a pattern," he says, looking at the notebook's battered cover where it rests in Pal's hands, as though there might be hints or evidence held in its scuffs and creases. "A framework to make plans for accordingly, even if the details change?"