Mr. Moesby, old, retired sat in his apartment. At 79 years old, Moesby looked back on his life frequently. Recently, he went through his closet and found his uniform from working at the Tipton Hotel in the '60s until around 2018. He hadn't set foot in there since he retired and put Esteban in charge. Mr. Tipton agreed that Esteban seemed the most suitable choice for the position. Moesby looked through papers and pictures. He saw 2 blonde twin boys. He forgot their names and he sat trying to recall them.
Zack…and….Zack….no…Jack … and …. Rover? At least I think its Jack and Rover…oh my old mind. Zack….its Zack… I know that. Hmm.
He saw a picture of a young blonde girl who was at the candy counter.
Oh! That's Mary!? Manny? Melly? Madelyn? Rosaline? Hmm.
He picked up a picture of a young woman in a purple dress singing into a microphone. The sign next to the stage read 'Carey Martin" and she must have been singer. He remembered her vaguely. The next picture was a young girl carrying shopping bags and wearing stylish and funky dresses. He remembered easily that was the young Tipton. Next to her was a bellhop dressed in uniform. He had a large smile and was carrying a chicken. Moesby smiled and remembered the man.
Esteban.
Mr. Moesby sat and felt sad. After 25 years you forget your memories? He wondered what had caused him to loose his memories of the Tipton. He tried hard to remember all the fun times. He tried. He really did. That is, until he came to a conculusion. He remembered nothing.
I am going to the Tipton. I am going and I'm going to get a job as a bellhop. I am going to meet up with everyone. I will find everyone. I will make the memories just fly into my head. I need to do this. I want to do this. I will do this.