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They slipped out onto the sidewalk on the edge of Market Street, in the cool San Francisco night. A Muni bus went by toward the Embarcadero, electric engines purring through the night. And then Margot said, “Oh, crud.” “What is it?” Kevin asked, looking around in case there was some problem incoming. But Margot’s attention was glued to the advertising kiosk in front of the building they’d just left. The scrawls on it would have looked to any non-magical person like graffiti tags. But the City’s children could read them. Margot already had, and now Kevin and Angel saw that they said, “Margot… he’s ready! In front of the Lookout, 2 hours from now.” Angel looked at Margot with a mixture of surprise and pride, and said, “Ooof, that’s kind of troublesome timing.” “What’s going on?” Kevin asked. “I didn’t think this was going to happen tonight,” Margot said. “I’m happy for you anyway!” Angel briefly gripped Margot’s shoulder. “I know you’ve been wanting this for a while.” “Yeah. Kevin, I texted Angel about this when the City first told me, yesterday evening. I’m going to be mentoring someone. I just thought there might be another day before he awoke.”