Chapter 2: Hound on Site.

"Hound! The guys damn name is Hound!"

"Calm down George. This man can be trusted."

"How do you know."

"Maybe It's 'cause we've known each other for, what? Nine years? I hope you don't mind. I let myself in." Hound was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, leaning against the door frame. In all honesty, he looked remarkably like Lockwood. He was maybe an inch or two taller, but besides that. They had the same messy black/brown hair. Hound wasn't scrawny by any means. His arms weren't bulking, but I could tell he could probably pick up anyone who annoyed him. One thing that was off though was that Lockwood radiated this carisma. This attitude of adventure. Hound radiated this aura of, almost malaise. It was like he was a source himself, and a ghost was radiating off of him. His eyes surveyed the room as if trying to get every detail, including the ones about a person's soul, yet he still had caring eyes. Like he could fix anything himself. He was handsome. His eyes were a dark brown, and he had square black spectacles on his almost nonexistent nose bridge. His nose was just smaller than normal. His face wasn't as long as Lockwood, but it was a bit longer than Georges. He looked to be seventeen, but something about him screamed how childish he was, so he had to be maybe fifteen at most. He wore a dark, velvet red dress shirt with the arms folded right above his elbows. He had a tie, with dark red, black, and cranberry stripes circling around it to the bottom, tied loosely around his neck. He then had plain jeans on being hung up by a cloth belt, with a French rapier hanging off it. Also he had black running shoes. The perfect clothes for getting out of a pinch fast.

"I'm fourteen by the way. I could tell you were trying to guess, everyone does." He said turning his attention to George, then to Lockwood, "Anthony! How have you been doing?" He said while sizing up Lockwood.

"Just fine Hou-, you know what? What is your name. Honestly, if I call you Hound again, I going to snap, especially right now."

"Okay"

"Okay, just like that? Nine, years, and I only needed to ask?"

"Yeah. You just never did. The name's Logan. Logan Lockwood. See why I don't parade it though," Logan made a finger gun, and loaded it, "Hey Double L, Bang! Locky, Bang! Lowg, Bang! Any nickname, Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Wait! Lockwood!" George said bewildered.

"Yes," Anthony, and Logan answered.

"Stuff it Logan," George said. Logan Simply raised his right hand, put his left on his heart, and mumbled, "Story of my life."

"Anthony, How the hell do you share a name, you're an only child!"

"He's my cousin." Lockwood said, with his cool demeanour finally regained.

"Cousin!" George was actually pretty surprised. Lockwood scarcely shared details of his past, let alone invite his past inside.

"Yes I'm his cousin. I mean, we look devilishly similar, no?" Logan said, leaning against lockwoods shoulder. He did it awkwardly due to them being almost the same height.

"Devilishly! That's what describes you. Thanks," Cubbins shouted to Logan.

"Why," Logan said, pushing off of Lockwood's shoulder, leaving dandruff on Lockwood's shoulder. He then made a series of pursed lip faces. While Lockwood dusted off the dandruff. George thought he struck a nerve, but then, Logan bowed to George saying, "Why thank you, George. How quaint of you. I simply love that choice of wording!" Logan then mumbled,"Devilishly, how quaint. Just perfect." Then regaining his place, Logan asked the two teens to show him around. "By the way. What is your name George."

"Um, George."

"No shit. Last name?" Logan said with a highly unamused face on.

"Cubbins"

"Thank you." The rest of the tour was pretty basic. That was until, they got to Lucy's room.

"Lockwood! What type of woman are you hiring?" Logan held up a small black dress, perfect for dinner dates, and not much else.

"Logan, stuff it! Lucy is a perfectly nice girl, who has never worn that. She has much more respect for herself."

"Yah, I know she didn't wear it. The price tag is still on it. But that means she was planning to. Oooo! But with whom would she with?" Logan said as he read a diary he found, a sly grin growing on his face,"Anthony Lockwood you lucky bastard."

"What!?" Lockwood said putting one hand in front of himself, and the other behind him, madly blushing, "What do you mean? That can't be for me."

'Aw, but it is. Look at this." Logan picked up a journal, and turned it to the last page, and read. Hmm, 'Dear Diary, When the hell is Lockwood going to ask me out. I'v been waiting for weeks. I even bought this new dress for the date.' That sounds like the dress was for you. You agree, Cubbins."

"Most definitely." George said with his chin resting between his thumb, and index finger.

"Stuff it both of you!" The new red faced Lockwood told the two laughing idiots across from him.

After that, the three saw the whole house, then Logan asked the worst thing ever.

"Hey, Anthony, where's my other cousin? I know I have another, and she never really seemed the type to leave here."

Lockwood's froze. He looked to George,and asked him to make some extra strong cocoa.

"Oh Anthony, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude." Logan said understanding he was on the threshold of crossing the line.

"No, No. She's here. She's actually right beyond this door." Lockwood said as he opened the door on the first floor landing. Logan buckled from the immense psychic activity coming forth. He saw the room filled with ghost warding from wall to wall. "There she is. Laying in bed." Lockwood said motioning to the middle of the left wall.

Logan got up and closed the door himself, "What the hell happened, Anthony."

"That is for another time. Right now I need you for Lucy."

"All right." Logan said, "But i expect the story." Logan and Lockwood went to the kitchen, and began discussing the plan over with George.

"So you want me to help you find out who Lucy's Sister is. Then you arrest them, and hopefully by then Lucy wakes up?"

"Yeah pretty much," George said putting the empty cups of cocoa in the sink. As he did, the phone rang in the other room.

"Hey Logan, could you please get the phone?" George said.

"Yeah, sure," Logan ran off to answer the phone.

"Hey Anthony?" George asked after Logan left.

"Yeah George?" Lockwood answered.

"Have you noticed a pattern of this type of stuff happening to us?"He asked drying out the mugs.

"Unfortunately, yes I have."

"Just hoping you did, too."

Logan walked back into the room smiling, "Well, two parts of the plan are done."

"How!?" George, and Lockwood sputtered.

"The hospital called, and said Lucy just woke. Then Lucy called, and said she has a suspect."

"Well," Lockwood said, standing so abrupt, the chair knocked over, "What are we waiting for? Off to the hospital!" he said walking out the door.

"Yeah, I finally get to finally meet your girlfriend." Logan said.

"Logan,-" Lockwood said warningly.

"Yah, Yah. I know. Stuff it" Logan finished.