We were met at the lock by a small group of women.

The man in black was still working at the lock.

He looked at the lock and tried to guess which key was the right one.

At the second lock, about an hour later, we were on our own.

He walked over to the door and looked at the lock.

I didn't have to look to know that he was working at the lock.

Will was waiting at the main lock with his suit on.

She took a step back and stared at the lock.

For a long moment, he stared at the lock of hair.

He was staring at the lock of that street door.