The sun promised to rise across the Thames as John Watson continued on his early morning walk. His therapist suggested that walking may improve the mobility in his leg; however, John thought that was rubbish. He took his morning stroll for a different reason altogether: to be alone with his thoughts. Thoughts of war and death entered his mind at every moment of the day, but so did excitement and thrill. Beautiful chaos. Dr. Watson lived in a world in which his worst nightmare doubled as his addictive drug. As John limped onward, something fell into the water. John rushed forward (nearly forgetting his leg, mind you) to see what strange being was thrust into the depths of the Thames. John inched forward being careful with his steps, but could see nothing. As the sun rose, a whirlpool formed within the river grabbing John's attention and taking it into the deep unknown. As the water came to rest, a very attentive John caught sight of the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. The creature watched John from beneath the water and it eventually made its way to the surface. From the surface of the water emerged a head of curly brown hair and striking cheekbones. The face appeared to have been chiseled by angels. There was something very intriguing about the merman that John Watson could not put his finger on. Maybe it was the porcelain skin or the almost transparent eyes. Maybe it was the long green tail that shimmered through the water. It didn't really matter. The merman watched John for a few short seconds before sinking back into the water. It took Dr. Watson a few moments to return to reality, but he was able to. There was no doubt in John's mind that what he had seen was real and it was beautiful. John knew he had to see it again and this time he would make contact.