LOCKE
He stands on the little porch, staring at the door. Something feels off but he can't quite place what it is. But he shrugs it off. He's here to bug Nate, mostly, check on the twins, maybe get his back looked at properly. He needs to see if he can steal some paper to write a letter to Maeve, lots of shit. But Locke's not used to having friends nor is he used to asking someone else for help. But it's time to suck that up.
He knocks lightly on the door, wincing softly to himself. He hopes the twins aren't sleeping.
He knocks lightly on the door, wincing softly to himself. He hopes the twins aren't sleeping.
I wanna make up my mind
But I don't know myself
But I don't know myself
