The grandfather clock in the entryway was ticking, crickets chirping. The sound of footsteps startles George, causing him to look up from his research. Who the hell is in the kitchen at four in the morning? The sun hasn’t even-

Oh. Of course it was you.

George had stayed up late researching at the table, which wasn’t ideal, but he knew damn well Lockwood wouldn’t give him enough time to research the upcoming case.

“I seriously don’t understand how you can function this late..”