The day was a dreary one as London's weather was as dull as usual. The rain poured down, the wind whistled, and the streets were as busy as ever. One might think that the weather itself would have stopped all but the most dedicated or desperate of travelers and pedestrians from passing the streets. However, this was London, and a city so famous always managed to have at least a handful of people who could not be stopped by a little rain and cold air.

Sherlock Holmes was hurrying down the street, his mind completely focused on the case he was investigating. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice the girl who was standing right in front of him until he bumped into her and accidentally spilled his coffee all over his shirt. He immediately sighed, and looked down at his stained shirt in annoyance. "Bloody hell," he mumbled under his breath. Sherlock frowned slightly, and looked at the girl.

"My apologies. Are you alright?" Sherlock inquired, his sharp eyes evaluating her frame and features.