‘Lockwood’s got plenty to live for. Plenty.’ The face regarded me. ‘Has he? What would that be, I wonder? Give it a name.’ With that, the ghost did something to the light inside the ichor, so that it dimmed and went opaque, and I found myself staring at my own distorted face in the side of the jar. ‘Care to comment?’ the skull said.
skull is the biggest locklyle shipper, he is the CEO
