(After events of the show)

You needed a job. Both Fitts AND Rottwell rejected you, so you did some digging. It took a while, but you found a little agency called Lockwood & co on the news. With nowhere else to go, you jotted down the address, pocketed it, and set off to find them...

You knocked on the door. The building was tall and skinny, run down with age. It was dirty, like it hasn't been cleaned in a decade. The bell pull was pretty worn down, but still working.

Inside was the sound of shuffling and a few shouts. The door opened to reveal a lanky 16 year old with a terrible posture. He had thick rimmed glasses and curly black hair that contrasted against his deeper skin. He had a mole on his chin and he wore a graphic tee with an open flannel on top.

Inside was messy. Every wall was plastered with framed photos or newspaper articles. The wallpaper seemed new, even though it hasn't been touched. A small umbrella holder was to the side which had 3 rapiers inside. A study was to the right.

"Do you have donuts?" The person, George, asked. "Arif usually sends donuts about now."