Utterly Mad

Among the papers though, she found something much easier to read. More a letter than a note, and in hand writing she recognized.

Nora
   Words cannot express how I feel about what you have done, what you have accomplished, and what has become of you. As I write this, I glance to the bed where I have left you to rest and wonder if what I have done is right. Saving you, of course that is right. Paying the price I did to do it though? Even that price may prove to be too steep. Darkness approaches Nora and I know not what it will bring, but from experience I know it will bring no good with it. You have a path ahead of you and I suspect it does not lead back to Bright Point. Not directly in any case.
I'm sorry I can't be here when you wake, but I have business to attend to. Try your best to read through the notes in your bag. The handwriting is awful I know, but 'he' can't do much better than that. Try not to walk much for a few days either. As I said, read those notes.
Our paths will cross again, perhaps I will teach you again someday.
Stam Dalenson