Never again On Saito's 60th birthday he receives a parcel in the mail. Inside was a letter and old, faded, tattered tarot cards. The postmark is strange but it is the handwriting that surprises him.
David had been dead and buried for years now. He must have known, even if he never got a reading, that he wasn't going to be here today.
David was not a good writer and he didn't write much, but he was eloquent enough to say 'thank you' and 'sorry' in the same line.
If we ever meet again after this life, let's never say these words.