I let the cards fly into the air, smiling as they disintegrate into confetti, and then laugh as the flash paper ignites and the trailing silver sparks land on my skin. The small audience claps, tossing money into my black pinstriped fedora. Seeing that I have no more tricks prepared for today, the crowd disperses, and I pick up my hat, pocketing the change and few bills to find their way inside.

Then I cross something that isn't a bill, or a coin. It's a tarot card. On one side is The Star, and on the other side, along the top, are the words "It's time." Underneath is a detailed drawing of The Eye of Horus, and below is a date, time, and address.

March 29

4:44 pm

45 East Evan St.

NY, NY

In my personal opinion, this should have happened a few years ago... But now will do. Time for me to continue the legacy.

I look down at the card, smirking, then slip it in my pocket and walk back to my car, pulling my keys from my pocket. I have six days to get from Santa Cruz to NYC. I'm not waiting for one second.

Starting the car, I drive to my apartment. I throw everything I'll need into two suitcases and a duffel bag, and load those into the car. I stack a small pile of cash on the table, and place a note explaining my disappearance to my roommate next to it.

Hey, David,

Sorry to just disappear like this, but I had a family thing. I'm going to NYC, and I don't think that I'll be back anytime soon. The cash should cover my part of rent and food until you find a new roommate. Again, sorry to just disappear. Good luck with school!

~ Kaitlynd

Dipping my finger into the silver ink pad I carry in my bag, I form a paw-print next to my signature. It's my little way of saying that I might be back, that I might see him again. After all, a friendship like ours doesn't just end. I snap the ink pad shut and rinse the ink from my finger, making sure there's no trace of silver left.

I take a quick glance around, then notice a picture of me and David in my room. Might as well, since I don't know if I'll be back. I grab it and stick it under my arm, grabbing a few drawings from my wall, as well. As I run down the stairs and out to my car, I have the strangest feeling that I won't be seeing my apartment again, and I don't like it one tiny bit.