It seemed that absolutely everyone in Whitby had severe problems and issues. Anthony was not excluded from that 'absolutely everyone' — not even in the slightest. There was little in his life that he didn't have to worry about or be afraid of, and the fact that he was aware of that didn't make it any more better for him. Less than an hour ago, Anthony had fixed himself yet another drink — though, to his credit, it was much less than he usually drank, not even enough to get him drunk — his mind so horrifically muddled with so many thoughts that it might as well have been empty. 

About half an hour after that, Anthony had stepped outside. For no particular reason in general, other than the fact that he felt he didn't want to be cooped up inside all day. And that led him to where he was right now — walking alongside some part of town that he barely even recognized. He was paying little attention to anything except just trying to get through the day, and he certainly wasn't paying attention to anyone who was near him. 

It was a little bit unfortunate for him, then, that by pure coincidence his path collided with some...random girl's path. Were he more focused, he would've noticed or even paid any mind to that fact — but he wasn't, which meant that whatever would happen was basically entirely in the universe's hands.