“Can you tell us your name?” His voice is solemn. He is surrounded by magnets, but still, I think he has sight.
“Reginald,” I answer.
“Just tell us your name.” He is pacing, showing off for his team. Perhaps he is a little deaf? I move closer; regard him face on.
“We’re here to help you. Can you communicate with us?”
“We have heard about you and your exploits.” His tone accusing now. “We want to tell your side of the story.”
I reach out.
“SOMETHING TOUCHED ME,” he screams, running.
“I am Reginald. This is MY place.”