Chapter 3 - 13

“You know what I wish?” Tina said as she and Reginald walked down the street, hand in hand after a meal at a fancy restaurant that they decided they didn’t feel like paying for.

“What’s that?”

“I wish I could remember the people I used to know. There have been hundreds of different No Ones over the years, and yet I only ‘know’ about the twenty or so that are around now. It’s sad, that someone can be so completely forgotten. And the people before I became a No One. Who are they now? You know?”

“Well, that is who we are, the forgotten. I agree it’s sad, but there’s really nothing we can do but accept it.”

“I know that’s the reasonable thing, but just think of what that means. Those people are lost to everyone, and when we finally decide we’re done…we’ll be gone too.”

Reginald stopped walking and loosened his grip. “Something you’re not telling me?”

“What? Oh, stop being paranoid. I’m just thinking out loud,” Tina said, draw close to Reginald and kissing him. “Sorry. Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

They kissed a long while on the street.

“And neither are you,” she said in a slightly sterner voice afterward.

“I know, I know. But…”

“What?”

“I did promise Alan I’d meet him tonight. Not long.”

Tina sighed. “Well, if you must. Don’t play too late, I’ll be at the Hanged Man.”

“Okay. No more than two hours, I promise.”

“Yeah, yeah. See you soon.” Reginald walked Tina skip away, while solemnly fingering the hotel keycard in his pocket.