It is roughly 1850. You are a chimney sweep, being relatively scrawny and small. You are completely covered in soot. You’re currently singing for you work, as you do every day. The exact same man comes up to you… again. Every day for 3 weeks he’s asked you to clean his chimneys. They are never dirty, though. He pays you handsomely, however, so you do the job.

“Can you clean my chimney? I’ll pay you double what I did last time.” As you nod, you try to desperately remember his name. Jack.