Ben was an early riser and was not usually found outside this late. But he had a lot on his mind as of late, and so after a long day's work, he had gone to see the minister. Now he was on his way back home, in thought too deeply to pay much attention to his surroundings. He wasn't very interested in seeing Whitby's night life: those who did not work by day and had leisure and money to drink their nights away, and those who had questionable work by night. He did not know which of these two he disapproved of more.

But he turned when someone addressed him. It was a young man, and poor Ben did not yet quite realize that said young man was drunk. "Sorry mate, I don't," he replied. Ben did smoke, but he used a pipe, rather than cigarettes.