[WP]Years ago you checked in to a hotel and ever since the staff refuse to let you leave. You are trying to escape and are unaware you are a dementia patient in a nursing home.

The year was 1946, a good year for me. Not only good, but great. America helped overthrow Hitler and his Nazi regime the year before, beat out Japan as well, I returned home from the war, and of course I married my long time sweetheart. We got married that spring of '46. We decided we had put it off for far too long. The war was mainly the reason for the wait. I was drafted in '44, at 19 years old. I remember the day I kissed my sweet Helen goodbye. It was a long wet kiss that seemed to go on for ages. I never wanted it to end. I never wanted to go to war. It was a beautiful spring day, a perfect day to get married. We picked a spot near and dear to our hearts to exchange vows on the coast of Maine. Growing up in Bristol, we spent a lot of time climbing over the rocks at Pemaquid Point, exploring the lighthouse, swimming at the beach, and eating lunch under the shade of trees watching the rough waves beat up over the rocky coast. We had a lot of memories there. It was a beautiful ceremony, set on the grassy field right beside the lighthouse and looking out over the ocean. It was perfect because I was marrying the woman of my dreams. For our honeymoon, we decided to travel down the southern coast for a week, and stay at a hotel. We planned to do day trips here and there, rent a boat and do some fishing.. We both came from fishermen families, so it was all natural to us. The first day there, we unloaded our luggage in our room, not bothering to unpack yet. We decided to take a tour around to see what this hotel had to offer. "You'll love it!" My wife said, "It has an amazing kitchen, full room service, amazing staff. Very helpful to suit your every need. The other guests are quite friendly! You'll get along with them just fine!" "Yes of course", I replied, "they do seem so." I've seen quite a bit wandering around already, just beaming. It was a lovely hotel, not quite what I expected, but it seemed to do the trick. "The pamphlet says it will provide you with all your needs," she continued as we reached the lobby, "it even has a nice garden out back where you can sit and look out over at the ocean." She kissed me and sighed. "Just like in the old days, remember Harold? I think those are my favorite memories of you and I. All those years of us sitting at the Point, and watching the sunset. Getting married there, bringing our children there." She sighed again. I gave her a confused look. Children? I thought. But before I could say anything to her, the hotel concierge walked over from the desk with a welcoming smile. "Hello Mrs. Nesmith! And hello Harold! Nice to see you again! Welcome to Shady Pines Home." Seems an odd name for a hotel, I thought. I looked to my wife to say so. But stood not my wife, but an older woman. Where did Helen go? She was right here. The friendly greeting woman took my arm, "its almost time for lunch hun, we have a nice pot roast with potatoes and steamed veggies for eats. And a slice of apple pie for dessert. I heard apple pie is your favorite." "Yes, it is! He's not a fussy eater, but he will say that mine is the best." The older woman chuckled. "You will take good care of my Harold?" "Of course". The hotel lady smiled. "Well my love, I must be off to go pick up our grandchildren from practice. Anna is doing so good in soccer! Her team is doing well, and so is Bonny's field hockey - they're going to States next week." "Ayuh", I replied. "Got to beat them good!" Those damn Japs. The woman, who seemed to be my wife, hugged me, gave me another kiss and with a saddened voice told me, "I'll be back again the same time tomorrow hunny. I love you so much! I think Jim will be in tomorrow to see you as well." A few garbled words were exchanged between the two ladies. The woman who kissed me waved goodbye as she walked down the hallway, and the other smiling lady gently took my arm and lead me down the other hallway. "Ok sweety, its lunch time, lets go find a seat." "Beat them, beat them." Harold chanted down the hall. We entered the canteen, it was filled with other soldiers. I think a couple were from my own platoon out from Bangor. The army nurse set me down at a table, next to my buddy, while the army chef handed down this days rations. "Here you are Mr.Nesmith, how you today?" "The men are out in the field, they're playing hockey." I chortled. Chef Cookie, I think was h

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