Like an idiot, you decide to run up the side street. Did you not hear the words DARK and SUSPICIOUS in your thoughts?
It gets darker the further you run along until you see a dim, yellow light. On reaching it you find that it's the dim, yellow light of a pub's grimy window. There is a rough looking guard at the door. You attempt at walking past un-suspiciously. Did nobody tell you that whistling and shoving your hands into your trouser pockets is the most suspicious thing you can do? The creature is probably less suspicious! The guard stops you.
"How old are you?" he demands. God, he's scary. You remember someone telling you that if you go to a pub in a dark, suspicious alley then you'll probably have to be twenty five.