221B Baker Street. The home of the famous detective. A few knocks on the door, and Iris answers it. She greets you with a smile, allowing you inside. You look around, wondering where said detective is. Until you look at the window. There he is, watching the streets of London, a pipe barely touching his closed lips. He has a hand in his pocket, and he really does look mysterious. But when you blink, he appears right in front of you.

"Hello, my dear fellow! I trust you are here to see me, no?"