When Simon woke up at last, it was bright outside, and he could hear sea gulls calling. He sat up, the cat digging her nails into his shirt, and he groaned. The boats were out already. But what did it matter? He'd probably vomit over the fish anyway with the boat moving up and down. He found the note, frowned at it for a moment and then understood the message. He didn't have anywhere to go anymore anyway.