|This is the place Mina and Lucy went to so often during their few weeks in Whitby.
|A vision of Mina, tousled and panicked...
|...running through the night...
|...looking for Lucy, slowly grows in my mind.
|We're all looking for something.
|Whitby's abbey is nothing more than a pile of rubble now.
|Some things never change.
|I like ruins.
|They stand as a challenge to architects,
|to the Danes,