Astrological notation, rows of numbers, and the arcane symbolism of the Tarot filled the page.

“I’m enlightened,” she whispered.

I smiled.

“You’re tripping,” I said.

She nodded, picking up her pen to jot down something else.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“I’ve found the key,” she said. “You start with a symbol — mine came in a dream — and you pursue it. Like opening a vault, one vault after another. I’ve found out who I am.” She paused. “I think I’ve found my cosmic zip code.”