As I step into the cab, Holly at my heels, I hand the cabbie a tenner. "Archives please."
"Archives? Why the hell are we going to the archives!?" Holly shout-whispers. I look at her and sigh.
"Lockwood is very... touchy about his birthday, considering..." She cocks her head to the side and purses her lips.
"Considering?" She prompts me onwards with hand gestures.
"Considering he doesn't have a. . . family."
"But how does going to the archives-" Holly's face falls, and she puts her hand on mine.
"Luce, that is the sweetest thing... He is going to love it!"
