The second time I found him, I almost by passed him as another common man. He was not the man in which my dreams had remembered. He was no longer the extremely tall beautiful creature with the piercing gray eyes. He was relatively short, even to me. His eyes weren't something amazing, they were a dark chocolate brown although I had to admit they made him look simply endearing. His way of dress was horrible and scruffy, no pride seemed to be taken into his appearance as which I had once remembered of the phantom male that had long ago been returned to the earth. Their was nothing that seemed to remind me of my dearest friend I had lost in such a tragic way in a life long past I could hardly remember, but when he first spoke I knew without a doubt that this was my Holmes. No matter how different his appearance may be and no matter how many times we die and are reborn there is always one thing that will remain to be recognized. I will always remember that man's voice.