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it, if I remember right. He got a lot of them like that. They've been passed on down to me."
"That is awesome," she said. She moved and looked at another poster. "Now this movie is a classic. One of my all time favorites. I hate to say that I cried at the end."
Reginald laughed. "It was a most touching scene at the end. The memory is burned into my mind forever, I hope."
"Are you adding to the collection any?"
He nodded. "Yes, when I see a deal or something the peaks my interest. I've got an interest in several hobbies. Cards, books, coins, anything of that sort."
"I'll take a look around," she said. "I found a couple of posters I had when I was young from cartoons I watched. They're girl shows, so I doubt you would hang them in here, but maybe you'd be interested anyways."
"I'll look at them," Reginald said.
She glanced at the clock. "Well, is there anything you need?"
"Hmm?"
"Anything you need? Maybe from the store or something?"
"Oh. No, I went the other day. I am well stocked."
She nodded. "Okay, don't push yourself too hard." She reached out and grabbed an envelope from the counter. Taking out a pen, she wrote her phone number down on it. "If you need something and aren't well enough to go to the store, call me. Don't hesitate, alright."
"Alright," he said, taking the envelope from her.
As she turned to walk towards the door, her eyes caught the television. "That's pretty crazy, huh?" she asked, gesturing towards Reginald's image onscreen.
"Yeah, pretty crazy," Reginald echoed.
"It really makes me feel better," she continued, smiling. "All you hear on TV now is horrible things. Murders, rapes, thieves. It's nice to know that someone out there can be a hero."
He nodded. The screen was showing Reginald attacking the first robber in slow motion. It seemed as the robber wasn't moving while Reginald appeared to move normally. 'Wow, that look's weird,' he thought to himself.
"Amazing," Rachel said. "I know that the cops are doing all they can, but I hope that he's still out there, keeping an eye out for trouble. I know a lot of people are thinking the same."
He nodded again, failing to think of something to say.
"Well, I better get moving," Rachel said, yawning. "Get better soon, Reginald." He forced himself to stand still as she reached out and patted him on the shoulder before walking out into the hallway. "Like I said, if you need anything at all, just call."
"I will, thanks again," he said, watching her walk off. Numbly, he closed the door and locked it. He didn't seem to notice when he almost tripped over the rug while he was walking back to the sofa. He sat there with the television muted well into the morning just staring into space.
Chapter 6
Reginald looked up at the hotel before him. Ottowash Palace was one of the more popular hotels in the city. Many of the famous or important people who visited the city would stay there. The mayor had chosen the hotel for many of his important announcements and conventions over the past decade since it had been built. It towered forty stories high and at night it stood out brightly compared to the darkened office buildings surrounding it. The name of the hotel stretched out in flashing lights just above its main entrance. Reginald thought the place was far too flashy and gaudy to enjoy, but sometimes necessity made him visit.
He walked between a couple of groups as they entered the building. One of the doormen nodded politely as he passed. Reginald tapped his cap to return the favor. As he walked into the huge lobby he smiled and looked up. One of the few things he loved about the hotel was the huge painting of the night sky that adorned the top of the lobby. The large white crescent moon and the many little sparkling little bulbs that lit the room reminded him of the nights of his youth. 'I wish you could still see the stars like that,' he thought.
He felt himself bump into someone. "Oh, sorry," he said, nodding to a man wearing a suit. The man simply
"That is awesome," she said. She moved and looked at another poster. "Now this movie is a classic. One of my all time favorites. I hate to say that I cried at the end."
Reginald laughed. "It was a most touching scene at the end. The memory is burned into my mind forever, I hope."
"Are you adding to the collection any?"
He nodded. "Yes, when I see a deal or something the peaks my interest. I've got an interest in several hobbies. Cards, books, coins, anything of that sort."
"I'll take a look around," she said. "I found a couple of posters I had when I was young from cartoons I watched. They're girl shows, so I doubt you would hang them in here, but maybe you'd be interested anyways."
"I'll look at them," Reginald said.
She glanced at the clock. "Well, is there anything you need?"
"Hmm?"
"Anything you need? Maybe from the store or something?"
"Oh. No, I went the other day. I am well stocked."
She nodded. "Okay, don't push yourself too hard." She reached out and grabbed an envelope from the counter. Taking out a pen, she wrote her phone number down on it. "If you need something and aren't well enough to go to the store, call me. Don't hesitate, alright."
"Alright," he said, taking the envelope from her.
As she turned to walk towards the door, her eyes caught the television. "That's pretty crazy, huh?" she asked, gesturing towards Reginald's image onscreen.
"Yeah, pretty crazy," Reginald echoed.
"It really makes me feel better," she continued, smiling. "All you hear on TV now is horrible things. Murders, rapes, thieves. It's nice to know that someone out there can be a hero."
He nodded. The screen was showing Reginald attacking the first robber in slow motion. It seemed as the robber wasn't moving while Reginald appeared to move normally. 'Wow, that look's weird,' he thought to himself.
"Amazing," Rachel said. "I know that the cops are doing all they can, but I hope that he's still out there, keeping an eye out for trouble. I know a lot of people are thinking the same."
He nodded again, failing to think of something to say.
"Well, I better get moving," Rachel said, yawning. "Get better soon, Reginald." He forced himself to stand still as she reached out and patted him on the shoulder before walking out into the hallway. "Like I said, if you need anything at all, just call."
"I will, thanks again," he said, watching her walk off. Numbly, he closed the door and locked it. He didn't seem to notice when he almost tripped over the rug while he was walking back to the sofa. He sat there with the television muted well into the morning just staring into space.
Chapter 6
Reginald looked up at the hotel before him. Ottowash Palace was one of the more popular hotels in the city. Many of the famous or important people who visited the city would stay there. The mayor had chosen the hotel for many of his important announcements and conventions over the past decade since it had been built. It towered forty stories high and at night it stood out brightly compared to the darkened office buildings surrounding it. The name of the hotel stretched out in flashing lights just above its main entrance. Reginald thought the place was far too flashy and gaudy to enjoy, but sometimes necessity made him visit.
He walked between a couple of groups as they entered the building. One of the doormen nodded politely as he passed. Reginald tapped his cap to return the favor. As he walked into the huge lobby he smiled and looked up. One of the few things he loved about the hotel was the huge painting of the night sky that adorned the top of the lobby. The large white crescent moon and the many little sparkling little bulbs that lit the room reminded him of the nights of his youth. 'I wish you could still see the stars like that,' he thought.
He felt himself bump into someone. "Oh, sorry," he said, nodding to a man wearing a suit. The man simply
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