He smiled slightly as he thought what an odd image he must have presented--sitting on the floor in the back room of the abandoned movie theatre, an old kerosene lantern lighting the room as he sorted through a dusty stack of posters.
"Well now... That's appropriate," he said with a somewhat self-deprecating chuckle as he added Son of Frankenstein to the already large and ever expanding stack of "keepers."
Several posters later he found himself staring, awestricken at a name--a name he knew well.
Valerie Paige.
He wept, painfully; laughed, joyously. For now, at last, his savior had a face.