Sherlock Holmes was extremely bored. Sherlock Holmes seemed to always be bored nowadays. He looked out the window. No clients. Shot a smiley face into the wall. Looked out the window. No clients. Texted John asking him where he was. Looked out the window. And then there was a client. A man with oddly styled brown hair, a tweed jacket over a white shirt, and the most peculiar red bowtie. His hair… not in style. Bowties… not in style. He was a loner, but the way he held himself… he had recently lost someone. A close friend. His eyes were those of a man who'd been to war… a terrible war. Sherlock watched as he pulled a strange-looking…laser pointer-like thing out of his jacket. It had a green light at the end that he made turn on for a few seconds. It made a strange noise when it did that. Then the doorbell rang. Without being touched. Sherlock reclined as Mrs. Hudson got the door and let the man in. This would be an interesting client.