a total mess - paperwork everywhere, dozens of used coffee cups, rotting food in greasy paper bags. bumstead shakes his head.
tight on the fish swimming weakly in the soup.
bumstead steps into the office - finds stromboli wandering about the room, distracted, searching for something.
the inspector climbs a staircase, enters a dark room.
white sits in a leather chair across from an ornate wooden desk. the doctor paces up and down in front of glass jars containing preserved specimens. he stops, looks at white.
white sleeps, as buildings move past outside the window. he opens his eyes, forces himself awake. looks across the dark room.
the strange woman looks at white intently between sobs.
white stops in front of a ticket booth, beside a faded blue curtain. in the booth a ticket seller is snoring with his mouth hanging open, his head sagging. white knocks on the window. the man wakes with a start.
an entrance hall of an apartment. a large number of mounted fish of all sizes line the hall.
the rooms are empty, derelict, strewn with rubbish. mould grows on the damp walls. a door stands at the end of a long empty room. he can hear the muffled sounds of surf, seagulls. white starts to walk forward, smiling. as he approaches the door he begins to feel colder.
tight on white's face - in the darkness - he looks across to the mystery man standing beside him.