my little dark age Being a Locke is…hard. To say the least. But you have some breaks from how difficult it is. Like spending time with your best friend. Gabe. You don’t really know if he knows about the keys. You think Kinsey, your older sister, told him, but you’re not sure. Either way, you don’t bring it up. But even when you’re not talking about it, you always feel the weight of the keys you carry with you on a chain around your neck. You don’t have a clue what Gabe really is, and that he’s been one of the things endangering your family this entire time. You’re watching a movie together in your bed. You aren’t cuddling, but you’re close.