I'm moving again. Away from Danville, from Phineas. To New York City. Mom says it's for the best, but I can't stand to see the look on Phineas's face when I tell him I'm leaving. But I'm going to have to do it sometime soon. I go to his house, for what will be the very last time. He's there, with his teal platypus and Ferb calmly chatting away about the lymphatic system. A lump rises in my throat, as though it knows that the words should not come. But they will. I knew I couldn't take it.