Reginald walked slowly down the main aisle, careful with his steps. Despite his attempts, he had still not mastered heels just yet, and had to be careful.

He looked around, loving how the old restored theater looked. An unusual design, but that was what attracted him to it in the first place, it's uniqueness.

Kind of like himself now, he thought. In the midst of all of getting the theater ready, tragedy had struck, an accident that should have paralyzed him. Lucky for him they had taken him to a hospital that had just been given the go-ahead for a radical new procedure, and now here he was, back again but quite different from how he was before.

It didn't matter to him. His body was fine, and in the end he didn't care too much how he looked. He did realize, though, that now both him and this place were now very different. One of a kind, in a way. He liked that. Almost a poetry there.