The next morning, after Mairead had slept a good four hours (two more than she'd usually allowed herself in the past few weeks), she rose with the sunrise and entered the kitchen of the inn she was staying at to a surprised and sleepy cook. Showing the woman the paper the Inspector had given her last night, she was promptly given directions to the inn (conveniently just two blocks away) and set off to wake the man, completely unaware that this time of day was terrible for hangovers. When she arrived at the inn the Inspector was staying at, she had a short argument with the bellboy if she was allowed to go upstairs to his room and wake him, but she quickly won, as the boy was intimidated by pretty much every aspect of her being.

Opening the door quietly (the only thoughtful thing she'd think to do in the next few moments), she saw the Inspector asleep in a position that seemed very uncomfortable- but to each their own, she supposed. Squinting at the heavy shade covering the window, Mairead shook her head. How could one live like this, ignorant of the sun's glorious rising each morning? She threw open the curtains and smiled at the blinding light now pouring into the room as she went one step further and opened the creaky window to let the freezing January sea breeze drift into the room. Ahhhh... This was the only aspect of Whitby she liked so far, the nature of the seaside. She'd never seen the ocean before her journey here, and although she still preferred her northern Scotland forests, she'd already become quite attracted to the scent of the ocean and its vast majesty and power. 

Mairead, still looking out the window, smirked to herself. If the Inspector wasn't awake before, he certainly would be now, as a chorus of seagulls swooping overhead gave their piercing caws to each other.