Chapter 1
Sherlock was bored again. He had not had a decent case in weeks! Currently, the eccentric detective was lying on the sofa, hands steepled in a praying position. John was at home with Mary helping her with the baby. Sherlock could not think of anything to do to properly occupy his mind. He knew that he could not persuade John to find him a case as John had been ignoring his calls and he knew that if he were to shoot the wall again Mrs. Hudson would surely go into a rage. No experiment at the moment would suffice to fill his mind for he had already finished the last one at 2 a.m. It was now approaching 10 a.m. Sherlock let out a sigh. Boredom filled his mind, it oozed from the walls in his mind palace, and it coursed through his body in waves. He had to be doing something. He must! If he were to lie here any longer, his mind would literally explode. Suddenly, a smile crept itself across Sherlock's face-pulling his mouth into an expression of utter happiness. His eyes twinkled with merriment. He knew just exactly what to do in order to remove his boredom.