I had to admit I was excited. Which, frankly, was weird. When was the last time I'd been excited about anything, other than a good murder mystery? But, as I looked out the window and saw the black minivan pulling up to 221B, I had to admit, I was actually excited.

What's to become of you, Sherlock?

The small human practically jumped out of the car and quite exuberantly ran up the steps. I nervously checked my watch, thinking of all the things that could go wrong. What if John and Mary had forgotten something, or decided to come back? Though, reasonably, I'd known that they'd been wanting to go on Honeymoon for ages now. Now that they were finally gone, I was going to be feeling a bit-dare I say it-lonely. Which is why I invited the small human over. What was his name again? Oh Yes. Archie.

He appeared to be having some trouble getting his suitcase up the stairs. I went downstairs to help him.

Boy, was I acting strangely.

"Mr. Holmes, Mr. Holmes!" Archie said, bouncing up and down on his feet and leaving ugly brown stains on the carpet. I swore to myself I wouldn't mention it, though. He was only 8 years old.

"Archie, please take your shoes off before you prance around aimlessly on my spotless carpets."

Sometimes a man just can't help himself.