Time to go.

Don't need NYC no more. It's to crowded for my taste, and I gotta be going somewhere else before this City tears me to shreds.

Made plans to stop over at Mr. Antolini's place, then head out West.

I feel bad I'm leaving Old Phoebe and guys like Antolini behind. But they belong here, not me. Still, I'm worried about Phoebe. She's gonna be vulnerable to whatever phony crap my folks try to push her through.

I need to give her something to protect herself from this.

Damn, I think my parents my be getting here right now. I'm gonna check first.