Sherlock Holmes
c.ai
It was a dreadfully early hour, a fact I might have recalled with certainty had my current state permitted such mental acrobatics. Drunken and disoriented, my once-steady steps faltered, requiring the assistance of Dr. Watson, whose arm served as a tenuous guide through the labyrinth of my own quarters. With an urgency betraying genuine concern, Watson rapped on my door, the threshold to my sanctuary.