“…So that’s probably not the best place to sleep right now. I have another room I’ve been cleaning out anyway, I’ll..I’ll leave the door open for Ya.”  
>”…”  
“I’m gonna get dressed and then head out, make yourself comfy.”  
>”…”
 
>After getting dressed, you walk back into the living room to see a neatly folded note on the floor as you go over to pick it up.  
>Before you do you take one last look under the table to see her still there.  
>Reaching down you grab it and unfold, the writing itself could only be described as the workings of an old man with cerebral palsies on LSD as your brain couldn’t even begin to fathom this as a written language.  
“…K.”