I stuffed the last of my stuff into my overloaded suitcase and sighed. My room was barren and empty now. Not even a poster hung on the white walls. The only things left were Fabian and my suitcases, packed to the brim with Anubis memories. I would miss this place. I ran my hand over the wall, remembering each moment with the other residents like it was yesterday. Even Victor had been a part of my life, and now I would have to leave this place behind. I didn't know such a place could have a spot in my heart. Maybe it was because of Patricia. We'd decided we would leave on the plane together, and arrive at Harvard together. I dragged my heavy suitcase down the stairs and stopped at the cellar door. I wanted so badly to go down there. To pretend we were sixteen again, so naive of everything. The mysteries, the tasks, everything. But I knew I couldn't. Patricia was waiting for me outside in her car, the trunk full of her own things. She impatiently

honked the horn. I chuckled. Even at nineteen(sorry I said Eddie was eighteen in the last chapter hes really nineteen) she still had the same spunk as she did when she first met me.

"Ok ok! I'm coming!" I shouted. I took one more look at the House to make sure the picture would stay in my mind and ran out the door. I threw the suitcase in th back and sat down in the front next to Patricia. She turned up the radio to one of my favorite rock bands. I started patting out the drum solo on the seat with my fingers as she drove.

"Haha! You haven't changed a bit. Still the same old cool guy, aren't you?" Her thick British accent broke through my zen trance. I shot a coy smile at her.

" Well you should know, you were there to witness my coolness." I replied.

"I'm glad I was...you know, I'm going to miss Anubis House. Especially looking for the Mask. It all seems so...long ago now. And I realize how naive we were." She said.

"I know. I'm going to miss walking around blind folded in a task room not knowing where I am and thinking we're on a date while you use me for a task in front of all the Sibuna members." I laughed. I couldn't believe now that everything had ended so quickly. We'd did it. We'd found the mask and completed it, right? I turned to Patricia, waiting for a reply. We stopped at a red light.

"Thank you." She finally said. I was shocked.

"For what?"

"For everything. For being my friend." Her green eyes sparkled. God, I loved her so much.

"No problem, Yacker. Eddie always at your service." We sped up as the light turned green. There was a merge coming up ahead of us. I checked my watch. We'd been on the road for a half an hour. A half more to get to the airport, then my new life would begin. I looked at Patricia. She seemed to be in a trance. She had a slight smile on her face, and her eyes were glossy and fixed on the road. A Wawa appeared on the side of the road.

"Want to stop for a boy sandwich?" Patricia playfully asked. I smiled and nodded. She knew me too well.

"By the way, it's a hoagie." I corrected her.

"Whatever. My treat." We were pulling up to the Wawa when a GMC pulled up beside us, blocking the entrance to the parking lot. Confusion flashed one Patricia's face.

"Darn it. What now?" She slammed her arm on the wheel. "What does this dumb guy think he's doing?" I peered into the window of the truck. The guy was smoking, and strew around the seat were empty beer bottles. I put my head in my hands.

"You know what, Trix? It's alright. We can always get a hoagie later-" I assured her.

"No! This is illegal! What the heck is he doing?"

"He's drunk." I said. Patricia was already dialing a number on her cellphone.

"It's ok! We won't get one today-" I reached for her phone. The last thing I needed was for the police to come and us to miss our plane. She yanked it away. My aggravation turned to fear as I heard a noise coming from the left side of us. A car sped towards us with its tires scraping against the pavement. I gasped.

"Patricia! Watch out!" I dove over her as some one honked. The car grew nearer and nearer, the driver frantically stepping on the brakes. Sparks flew from the pavement and black marks stretched out from behind it.

"Oh my God! No!" I screamed as the car came inches away from us. I counted in my head and squeezed my eyes shut. Three. My hand clenched Patricia's. Two. I blocked her from the door with my body. One. I screamed. Blackness.

CHAPTER THREE (to be continued