Suddenly, he popped up beside her from yet another basement, a bottle in each hand. Bravely, she challenged him.
"Sh'ma bottles," he insisted. His emaciated face spoke of drink and drug abuse.
Neighbours appeared. Someone took the wraith's photo, threatening to call the police. It emerged that he'd stolen the alcohol from a nearby, recently-delivered grocery consignment.
Eventually, the wraith – alcohol-free – and the woman continued in opposite directions. Of their lives.