" Come to the ship. You can sleep in one of the cabins there, and bring that firkin with you," he told me. We finished our mugs and left the pub after...I had grabbed my backpack. As we approached the ship, I transferred the firkin to the quay, and we rolled it ahead of us. It was mostly empty by now having only a gallon, or two of ale left in it. We carefully moved it up the gangplank and into the Captain's cabin. He had some mugs there."Now this is the way to relax!" he told me, as we sat in. So I did and phoned using phone box at corner of linthorpe road and borough road.Was told address on Thistle Street, took only 5 mins to get there. Knocked on door was answered by a lovely lady in her 40s, she said come in front room as there was someone upstairs already, she offered me coffee, tea or juice I said I was ok thx, she asked if my wife was shopping in town as lot of men come there while there wife’s are shopping for clothes, which I thought was funny.I said no not married, but. As she expected, Stevie's bedroom door was closed. But as she entered the bathroom down the hall, she had a surprise. Stevie wasn't asleep at all, he was standing in the shower, staring idly out the window and lost in contemplation. He had left the door open to let the steam from the shower out, had finished his shower and dried off all but his lower legs, when he had apparently lost himself in thought. The bathtowel hung down from his left hand, against the wall furthest from the entrance to. The last thing I remember was passing out on thecouch and a vague memory of Toby barking. I reply with a low soft growland shook my head."There was a fire. I tried to wake you up but you won't wake up." Lisasaid. "I guess it's harder for me as I remember it all now. Before I sawyou I never understood why I would have nightmares of a fire that wouldscare me so badly that I would wake up in the middle of the nightscreaming and mom and dad would come rushing in to hold me till I stoppedcrying. I.