He put his frozen hands to his pocket and noticed that he still had 2 shillings in his pocket. He returned to the pub, bought a glass of vodka with his 1,5 shillings, took his hands out of his pocket and kept walking. He threw his half of shillings to the river wish. Only wish he had was the sunrise. When he opened his eyes on the bench where he fell asleep, sun was rised. It was an usual night for Jack.
