“You, and I,” Reginald said, “are No Ones. That’s with capital letters. We’re special. We don’t have to eat, or sleep. We never get sick. We have advanced strength, agility, and constitution.”
Travis snickered.
“What?”
“Nothing. This sounds ridiculous.”
“It's not. We're special beings, but it does have disadvantages. We are broken off from the real world. Nobody can remember who we are, and we have a very tentative connection to the real world. We’re in our own league.”
Travis found himself sitting on the sidewalk. He was having a hard time wrapping his head around what this insane man was saying, but he knew it was right. It all rang true, even though it was impossible. He almost wished he didn’t want to believe. But he did.
“Real...really?”
“It’s strange, right? Didn’t believe it myself, but then, I’m a practical guy.”
Travis snickered again. “Thanks for making it interesting. Oh good...this is weird.”
Reginald knelt down to look Travis in the eyes. “About that dinner?”
“Still not hungry. Oh, of course. I wouldn’t be. Well, let’s go then. We’re going somewhere fancy, right?”
Reginald smiled. “Of course.” Travis stood up with Reginald’s help and they walked a few blocks, without Travis speaking.
“So...if I’m a superhero...”
“A No One. Big difference.”
“Yeah, yeah, so if I’m a superhero...can I fly? Or turn into stone. Oh, or can I be a human library!? I always wanted to do that!”
“It...doesn’t work that way. The majority of your ‘powers’ are based on the items that you found in your pocket there.”
“What? This...taser?” Travis said, pulling the taser out of his pocket. “Wait, didn’t I leave this on the sidewalk?”
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