"I used to have a pretty good nose," Simon points out. Not anymore, though the one bright spot in all this is that he doesn't have to smell the overflowing dumpster from the restaurant across the road, or the pee on the wall from all of the shitfaced drunks coming out of the same club he'd been at before he died. His little spot of pavement isn't in the best part of town.

"I'm definitely sure it was campfire smoke."