The Heart

by RosesnWater

In the streets of London a black shadow has come to rule over the gang's of London once again, but in a different form, Basil refuses to believe anything of the sort until he realizes what had happened after his fall from Big Ben; meanwhile a few other hands have thrown themselves in the mix in order to take control of all Europe.

London, 1898

My first adventure with the Great Mouse Detective was the most extraordinary I had ever experienced in my life. I shall always look back on that first case with a fond eye, especially now that these great halls, which always smelled of chemicals and gun powder, seem to have lost the familiar touch of the great mouse detective. The Flaversham's left for England soon after; they wrote often to Basil however, the recent letter I just received today I am unsure of, for it is I who must now write back. I am afraid I have little to no idea how to write of. I shouldn't talk of the silence, for I call a welcome to Mrs. Judson, and she replies, but still, it is so quiet on baker street, it seems too quiet actually. But as per usual, I will dictate what I know of what happened in those moments leading up to this final problem.

Basil would always write to Olivia, I had little to no idea what he wrote, but from what I gathered the little child was solving a few mysteries of her own, just like her idol. He was an idol to us all and in the next year after that fateful case I came to know Basil and care for him as if we were old comrades. However, with the exception of a few times, I noticed his hesitance and I could not help but speculate on what had occurred during that fall from the Westminster clock tower. What I knew was this, the great detective survived the fall, but there always seemed to be a shadow hanging over his shoulder for several months after. Despite how his mind seemed to try to distract itself, there was no rest in sight, just jumping from case to case; I believe he preferred this. The constant activity always distracted him, as it seemed to me, from the silence and boredom of the everyday life.

He and I had many cases together after the scandal the dark professor of the sewers had created at the Queen's jubilee, at least seven, however, it was not long after the jubilee that the second, and most dangerous of the great adventures came about.

However that is a tale best not told from my perspective, for though I count myself one of his closest friends, I cannot describe in detail the events that transpired in the capital of France.

Dr. David Q. Dawson

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Just a little prologue :D The rest will be told in third person