Chapter 2

"How?" Lucy asked Lockwood.

After my tests, we had gone back upstairs. I sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket Holly had given me. I was still a little shaken. That psychic sense with the skull was unheard of. I had never dealt with this before.

George was on the couch in the corner, his nose in a book. Holly had gone back into the kitchen to whip up some supper. Lucy and Lockwood were in the hall, discussing my test results. Or, something like that.

"You chose to go with the skull." Lockwood said, calmly, "and she could sense him Luce! How amazing is that?"

I heard a pause. I didnt know if she was glaring at him or if she was considering it.

"We thought he was gone, but, according to Dottie's notes, He's still there."

I heard Lucy sigh. "It still doesn't make sense though."

"What doesn't? She gave us a full picture and notes of what she felt. What doesn't make sense?"

Lucy sighed in annoyance. "What doesn't make sense is that she can sense a ghost like no other, but can't see or hear them. She drew every detail I would see with my Sight. But she saw it with her mind. Doesn't it sound odd?"

There was a longer pause

"You should stop listening to them."

I turn towards George. He glanced at me from the top of his book.

"You could hear something you wished you hadn't."

I just stared at him. He went back to his book. I sat back in my seat, then pulled out my notebook. I turned to an empty page. Then I pulled out a little piece of a china cup inside a silver bag from my satchel. I felt the smooth edged, to the broken edged. I waited. Then I felt a prick. I dropped the piece of china on my lap. I nicked myself. I put the china back into the silver bag. A little drop of blood fell from my finger, landing on the blanket I was wrapped in. I silently scolded myself. I grabbed a rag from my satchel and wrapped it around my finger. The china was useless anyway, no ghost attached. Another dead end.

Suddenly Lockwood and Lucy walked in. They both had serious looks on their faces. Lockwood's dark eyes fell on my finger.

"What happened?" He asked.

I removed the rag from my finger and waved him off. I started clear my stuff, putting it all in my satchel. I assumed they had rejected me. I figured I would clean before I left. I then folded the blanket, neatly putting it on the couch.

"What are you doing?" Lockwood asked.

I stopped and looked at him, then pulled out my notebook and wrote my answer. I handed it to Lockwood. He stared at my notebook as he read my answer.

"Hello?" Lucy called. She was a little shorter than Lockwood and I. She couldn't see over Lockwood's shoulder to read unless he was sitting. "What did she say?"

"What? Oh right, yes, of course. She says that she knows our answer and will be on her way." He looked at me. Lucy turned towards me as well. "Well I don't know what answer you thought you were going to get, but I do have a question for you." He said, glancing at Lucy then back at me. Lucy had a small smile. I look back at Lockwood. He had a grin on his mug. "When can you start?"

I walked home, joy flowed through my chest. I had just joined the best agency in London. Lockwood and Co. had been booming since The Fittes agency was shut down. I couldn't get a job then, with not seeing ghosts and all, but after what I had read in the papers about this group was uncanny. I walked over to my apartment, heading to the elevator. I push the button to my floor. Nothing. I sighed. The elevator must be out. I walked out and took the stairs.

I finally made it to my floor. Why did I have to choose the 6th floor? I was gasping for air. When I finally gained it, I reached for my door knob. It was already unlocked. I stared at it. I slowly opened the door. It was dark inside. Even my blinds were closed. Just a sliver of moonlight streamed past the blinds. I pull out my flashlight. I fidgeted with the button. Dead.

I scowled, then heard shuffling. I shut the door behind me. The shuffling stopped. I stood by my door, keeping the intruder in my apartment. I pulled my rapier from my belt. I listened to the silence of my room. There was a shuffle sound behind my table. I slowly walked over to my rapier steady. I could hear them breathing.

Suddenly, I tripped over my chair. once again, I silently scolded myself. The intruder ran away from my table. I ran after them. I didn't know how they got in or what they were doing in here, but I needed to stop them. The intruder threw something in front of me. I stopped when it erupted in my face. It was a smoke bomb. I coughed. My door was thrown opened. I coughed as I ran after them. I was out my door and the smoke dispersed. I looked down both hallways. Nothing. I threw my rapier down in frustration. The intruder was gone.