-two years later-

Chuck's alarm clock buzzed on the freshly polished night stand. He reached over and slapped the clock silent. The sun shined through the big hotel window. Chicago really was beautiful in the morning. Chuck rolled out of his bed and dragged himself to the bathroom where he began his everyday routine: sleep, shower, get dressed, eat, and work. Wilson was perched in the corner. His face was permanently fixed with red paint. His body was still matted with dirt and use. Chuck went and got his daily coffee and began to read the newspaper. Everyday there seemed to be a shooting, worry in the economy, or some other depressing situation. Chuck often questioned if leaving the island was worth it. After all, his true love had moved on and has a family of her own. Chuck is plagued with rules, bills, and stress. His favorite part of life by far is his job. He has the privilege to travel the United States speaking to children and adults about his story. As a public speaker, Chuck has already earned many awards within his first year. If only he had someone to celebrate with. He didn't have a permanent home or many friends. Wilson was great but sometimes got on Chuck's nerves.

The elevator arrived at the ground floor. A beautiful fountain greeted everyone who entered. How easy it was to get water. Here people just used water for fun. Does anyone take a moment to appreciate their privileged life? Chuck walked through the wide revolving door and flagged down a bus.

"Fifty cents sir." The bus driver yelled. She was rather large. Her hair hung from one side and covered her eyes. How could one drive a bus looking like that Chuck thought to himself?

Chuck dropped the money in the collector and proceeded to find an empty seat. The only one surprisingly was next to a women, probably in her forties. She was beautiful. Her face was smooth and gentle. She had creamy brown eyes and brown hair. Her blazer suggested intelligence, her bright red shoes suggested fun. Chuck smiled as he took a seat next to this beautiful lady. She glanced up and smiled.

"Hello there." Chuck said smiling.

"Good Morning Sir." The women replied. "How are you this fine morning?"

"I'm mighty swell. Just off to work. You?"

"I am going to go hear a public speaker, he has an incredible story." The women replied.

"Oh really, I am not a fan of public speakers, often their stories are pity parties, too hard to believe." Chuck lied.

"Well, this story is too incredible to be made up."

"How do you know that? He could just be like the rest of them." Chuck questioned.

"I recently got a hand delivered package by that man. He arrived out of nowhere. He had kept it safe on his island the entire time. Other packages he had opened but not this one, it was specially marked. I never got to thank him for delivering it to me. I'm sure he's curious what it was." The women explained.

Chuck couldn't believe this was the same lady. It was true, all of what she had said. Chuck did question the package but decided to block it from his memory.

"I think I'll pass, enjoy the speech. Have a nice day." Chuck said rushing to get off of the bus. He had been startled, this wasn't even his stop.

Chuck walked two more blocks until he reached the beautiful lyric opera house. The massive doors stared him down. Chuck inhaled and exhaled. His life has become so normal, or so he thought. Does he know what it means to be normal? There's so many normal standards. This world was so big, he was so small. Although after today, it appears the world is smaller than it seems. He thought about that women. The surprise and joy she must have felt when she found the package. The joy was just enough to raise his drooping lips to form a smile. He pulled the large handle and walked into the lobby. What a day.