Mr. Inference found solace in the nights — both White and Truth had made their way to bed but he kept himself buried in his work. It was getting late and he could hear the voices of drunks outside filling the night from his office. He tried to stay focused, to no avail.

“Damn.”

He muttered, taking a moment to glance at the moon streaming light through his window. Perhaps he could afford a small break.

So, he headed outside with his pipe in hand, lighting it in the cool night air.