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Reginald nearly dropped his basket, completely caught off guard by the sudden toss. He tried to catch the can but ended up dropping it. Now slightly dented, it rolled sadly down the aisle. He gave the stocker a scathing look. "Who thows canned goods at people?" he sniffed. "If you had given...

Reginald flinched. Oh no, not him. Was he stalking him? Was this a part of some kind of sick play? Or had he been assigned to get Reginald back on track? Why else would he be here? Sheer chance and coincidence didn't seem viable. What would be the odds of having a stranger sit down at his...

Reginald paused outside the store and checked to make certain his hat sat firmly on his head but tried not to pull the bill down to cover his face. There was no rule saying you could not wear a hat inside this particular store, but people tended to react suspiciously if your hood or hat blocked...

The food was gone. Why was the food always gone? He was certain he'd gone food shopping just last week and gotten plenty of food! That was all now gone. Reginald checked his refrigerator a fourth time, hoping that he'd somehow miraculously missed something, but of course, there was nothing...

Reginald carefully put the books back where he'd got them from, not wanting to leave any trail leading to what he'd been reading, even if it was a librarian putting the books back on the shelf. He paused long enough to check out a book related to his major and headed out. He had a class to get...

Reginald stared at Alden as if he'd grown another head. He'd drawn a line on the table with a marker! The man was certifiable! Reginald's expression pinched in distaste as he gathered up his books. "I would rather sit on a bed of nails," he sniffed, standing. "You may have your graffitied...

Suddenly, a large sprawl invaded his space. Papers and books spread out like a toxic ooze, creeping toward his books. Reginald slammed shut Aliens: the World's Leading Scientists on the Search for Extraterrestrial Life by Jim Al-Khalili and turned it upside down on Evidence of...

Reginald Rayburn hurried across campus, his bookbag clutched tightly under one arm as he kept his speed just under trotting. Trotting was undignified, especially for someone who carried a few extra pounds around his midriff. Speed walking, on the other hand, was not quite as dignified as...