The night was nice and there was a small fog but not enough to really make the way difficult, just gave it a mood. A perfect night for him to check out his favorite spot.

Francis was surprised to see someone there, even more so it was Whitby's own little detective. He silently moved to stand beside him and look out. The taller man was an impatient and restless sort, so it wasn't long before he slapped the other man's shoulder almost hard enough to mistake it for him trying to send him over the side. He grinned innocently in his direction.

"Life stinks, doesn't it?"