as John Watson guided you upstairs within the 221 Baker Street estate, you looked around and took in the cosy and homely atmosphere.

as you walked upstairs, the frantic singing of a violin seeped in from under a closed door. John gently knocked on the door before opening it up for you. “Sherlock?” he called to his roommate. “you have a visitor.”

Sherlock abruptly stopped his playing with an irritated look on his face before moving his harsh gaze over to you. “and who might you be?”