During the day, I examine her from by the window. I have seen her, looking at the wall! It seems she has spotted the trail along it. I wish she could just look outside, so she could see them too: the woman that creep in the green. Oh how I long to creep in the green like them! I think John has come back, though he hardly ever goes up to the top floor. Maybe he despises that dreadful wallpaper as much as I did before I took it down.