Lockwood and Co. The see-through girl.

Chapter 8

I breathed deeply before opening the door of the women's. Lockwood had been biting his nails and he looked up at me with concern.
"Well?" He looked at me directly in the eye and suddenly I found it very hard to lie. But he had lied to me and two can play at that game.
"Not the same person." I said, trying to look embarrassed. "I must have been mistaken."
George huffed and went to sit back down but Lockwood looked at me a while longer before turning away. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Emmiline slip out of the toilets and head for another carriage.

"So did Flo find the saxophone?" George asked. Lockwood nodded.
"I told her to give it to Barnes."
I laughed outright.
"Like she would do that." Lockwood smiled in agreement. "She's probably sold it already."
"Yeah, I gave her extra liquorice to do it as well." Lockwood sighed. I raised an eyebrow.
"Lockwood, no one here likes liquorice."

We spent the rest of the journey in silence. George snored on the other side of the table and Lockwood read his book. I drew pictures on the steamed up window beside me.
The only reason I was going back was for Mary and my other sisters. Well, the ones who liked me. There were lots of bad memories there that I would come face to face with. I just hoped it wouldn't be the worst one of all. The reason why I left.

After what seemed like forever, we arrived at our stop. Lockwood woke up the pig- ah, I mean George- up and we got down onto the platform. Even the air felt familiar to me. I almost swore as I saw a plaque commemorating my father. No one would do that willingly.
"Hey, who's Robert Carlyle?" George asked me, eyeing the plaque with his beady eyes. "Family member right?" Lockwood looked at me. I looked away.
"Uh, yeah. Best not to mention him when you meet my family."
"Lucy?" A voice came from behind me. I turned to see a familiar merry face. He smiled as he confirmed who I was. "Lucy Jean Carlyle! Look what the cat dragged in!"
"Pete!" I said, running towards the owner of the railway.
"Why, leaving with no goodbye, almost broke my black heart." He said as he hugged me.
I looked at him guiltily.
"Couldn't really stay." I said.
Pete nodded and said no more. One of my friends who died was Pete's niece.
"Well, hope you have a nice time at the wedding. Your mothers got the whole town in an uproar!" I laughed.
"That should please her!" I said and tuned to Lockwood and George who stood quite a way away, not sure what to do. "Lockwood, George, come and meet Pete!"
Pete shook hands with Lockwood and slapped George on the back, a proper Northern way of greeting.
I laughed as we walked out of the railway at Lockwood, who was shaking his hand.
"He really has a strong grip!" He said. I laughed.
"You'll have to get used to it. Your on Northern turf now!"
The way I led them passed through lots of houses with familiar faces waving out the window. One girl called Julie looked dumbfounded at me as I placed my hand by my rapier. It also led them past the memorial of the children who lost their lives at the dreaded Changer Mill. It made me smile sadly as I realised it was in the middle of the town. I was glad they they put it where everyone could see it.
Lockwood stopped and placed his hand over the engraving.
"Hey Luce!" He shouted. "It says your name here."
I walked next to him and read the short paragraph on the memorial.
Here rests the brave children who lost their lives protecting others alongside their colleague and friend Lucy Carlyle and the legendary Agent Jacobs as their great leader.

A tear ran down my cheek and I brushed it away irritably.
"Sorry." Lockwood said, placing a hand on my shoulder. George mumbled something. I walked away so Lockwood's arm fell down next to him. I turned back, my face probably showing fury.
"Great?" I scoffed "Legendary? After what he did!"
"Did what?" A scornful voice said from behind me. "It wasn't me. It was you."