-1Affairs of the heart
From a notebook, believed to be the property of Dr. J. H . Watson M.D, dated 1896, month unknown.
It is with a shaking hand that I take up my pen to write of the horrors that I have witnessed. Horrors that I dare not speak of, yet the pen in my hand forces me to write. I can hardly believe my own thoughts and should this ever be found I doubt any man that reads it will believe what is written here. I must not fail, I must record everything that happened, as confusing as it all still seems, I owe it to the world, to the people who died - and most of all, to Sherlock Holmes. He who has saved my life many times and who now is the saviour of the world. My pen fails me and the splotches of ink you see here are my nerves beginning to fail, I cannot believe it is true and yet my mind forces me to believe. I can hear Holmes moving in the next room and I know that his mind is as disturbed as mine. Sleep evades us both and will, I fear, be absent for a while, I must occupy myself to preserve my sanity, I must write, it is the only thing I know how to do and the only normal thing remaining for me, I must make connections with reality if I ever hope to come out of this nightmare with my reason intact, I cannot help Holmes - I must help myself, I must, I must…