The group traces Mage's steps to a museum in the city of Vanfort. Derrida is struck by memories of visiting this place with his father when he was a child, and the strong memory spurs a sudden leap back to himself ten years before...
We don't know what we might run into.
لا نعلم ما قد نواجهه
Wir wissen nicht, was auf uns wartet.
No sabemos lo que encontremos.
No sabemos lo que podemos encontrar.
On sait jamais.
Non sappiamo cosa potrebbe succedere.
Não sabemos o que podemos encontrar.
Мы не знаем, что ждёт впереди.