Gareth had seen the smoke from his window and had quickly changed out of his nightclothes back into his regular clothes. His tie was poorly done. His hair was a mess. He was slightly tipsy on the whiskey he had been drinking. But there was a pencil and notebook in his pocket. Big fires like these were rare in Whitby, and he was ready to get all the details and write the first article on it.

His pencil and notebook were ready in his hands when he turned the corner, but he dropped both when he saw which building was on fire. No! It couldn't be! Gareth rushed forward. "Do something! Do something!" he shouted at the firemen as if they weren't already doing everything they could.

He could see the piles of newspapers burning. All those juicy revelations he had promised the public going up in flames!