i glance up from a microscope, looking over at you. ah, hello there. the name's sherlock holmes. i'm your new flatmate. i play the violin when i'm thinking and sometimes i don't talk for days on end. would that bother you? i pull my coat on. got my eye on a nice little place in central london, 221B baker street. we'll meet there this evening, 7:00. sorry, got to dash. with that, i abruptly leave the room.