' Morning, Sherl'! sang Janine. I looked up from my morning paper, and smiled. Of course, it wasn't a real smile, but when you are such an amazing detective as I, acting comes easily. John looked at me over his laptop, his eyes giving away his disbelief (and disgust, to be honest) that I had a girlfriend. I hadn't told him that I didn't really care for her, that she was just a pawn in my game of chess with evil. She walked over, her high heels clacking against the wooden floors of 221B, and sat in my knee, while I in turn sat in my armchair. She leant towards me, her clear intention to kiss me. I engaged my acting skills again and inclined my head towards her. As our lips met, Janine was gone, and The Woman sat in her place, a pure incarnation of beauty. 'How are you?' she asked quietly, in a voice that would never emerge from the mouth of the dominatrix, and suddenly it was Janine again. The Woman had retreated to her private wing of my mind palace.