A Lockwood And Co. Fanfiction Also known as '35 Portland Row's Journal'. “George Cubbins, here. I’ve decided that while Lockwood and Co. is a relatively small company, we need someone to record our adventures – just in case no one makes it home alive. (Lockwood just called me a spoil-sport.) Well it’s true and I think it will come in very handy when dealing with new ghosts and discoveries. I’ve labeled our first few recordings and you may find them on the top shelf in our Library.” [A muffled noise in the background is heard. George huffs into the mic.] “Yes, or shoved in a corner by the bathroom, as Lucy so pleasantly puts. But feel free to listen to any of them. I assure you they are sanitary. Oh, that’s Lockwood calling me. We’re on our way to Arif’s to taste-test some of his new donuts. See you then. George Cubbins, Lockwood and Co. Deputy Operative, signing out.” A.J. Lockwood and Co. After dark, ring bell and wait behind the iron line.
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