Flash Sentry had two last places left to visit.
The first was the bank... or more appropriately the ATM of the local bank.
The afternoon had grown late between the time he left school and the time he left home. The office hours had extinguished, and there was nobody in line for the drive-thru teller. So it was with liberal ease that Flash shuffled up to the ATM—bags and all—and stopped to make a withdrawal. The withdrawal. Everything he had left in checking—transferred over from savings—was converted to cold, hard cash. This he stashed in his wallet and then proceeded to stuff it deep into the largest of his backpacks.
Then with a breath—an admittedly nervous breath, albeit not for long—he turned around and marched for the heart of town.
It was the middle of the work week, and just after rush hour. This was good, because Flash was actually returning to Canterlot High School—the last place. And for the last time.
There were a few students and faculty members milling about—but nobody Flash directly recognized. Nevertheless, he held out in the shade of a few trees on the corner of the campus lawn. When the front courtyard emptied entirely, Flash held his breath and made a beeline for the base of the destroyed horse statue and the portal it housed.
He came to a stop right before it. Reaching into a pocket of one backpack, he produced the envelope...
...and laid it neatly at the bottom frame of the mirror.
Once done, Flash let loose a sigh of contentment. He gripped the shoulder-straps of the backpack in two firm hands and strolled briskly back down the sidewalk.
It would lead him—as he well knew—to west end of town, where the sunset was at its rosiest.
Behind him, the lid of the envelope hung open... loose... dancing slightly in the breeze, teasing the world with hints of the solid black words scribbled upon the papers tucked neatly within: