About 10 minutes later, he was done with the letter. He looked at the clock and the numbers read 11:50 pm. He grabbed his messenger and duffel bags and slung them onto his shoulders. "Alright Petunia.. it's time for us to get going." He said to the small stuffed cat nestled inside his messenger bag. He stood and glared at his door. He turned out the lights and left the room. He turned around and glanced into the darkness. It would be the last time he saw the room he spent the last 19 years in.