Bob Widmore has quit smoking ten years prior, and yet here he was, a cigarette between his fingers as he leaned over the railings, gazing out at the rolling darkness. He'd barely even smoked it. He was regretting this entire vacation, and had to remind himself to tear his old boss apart when he got back. Earlier, he'd gotten angry and punched a waiter for no good reason. He was here, on this damn boat, and he was completely alone.