He is 209 years old.
He wears the clothes he did as a teenager.
His red hunting cap has seen his entire life too.
There are tears in it.
Moths fly from the holes they have chewed out on the side.
It is very limp.
It's one of those things that looks like it smells.
Like... you can't smell it but you can just tell that it smells.
It probably smells really bad.
He takes of his hat and holds it in front of himself with two hands.
He begins to speak.
Holden. Phony... You're a real prince you know that?... Where do the ducks go? Do you know? When it gets to be winter and the pond freezes over? Where do the ducks go when the pond freezes over? I asked that to the cab driver. I wasn't really asking what happens to the ducks in the winter when the pond freezes over... I was asking... what happens to me in the winter. What happens to me when everything stops. When things don't exist anymore...
Tears well up in his eyes.
He uses his red hunting hat as a tissue.
He wipes his nose.
Then coughs into his hat... you know the way old men cough every once in a while.
He wipes his mouth and looks back up.
Holden. Don't ever tell anybody. Anything. Ever. If you do... You start missing everybody.
We hear a strange noise from off stage.
Holden looks in the direction.
It's a nasally sort of sound.
On stage waddles a duck.
It looks at Holden.
It waddles up and cuddles with Holden's ankle.
Holden smiles.
Holden Cries.
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