Alex pushed through the throng of people on Bakers Street. They were all going about their day-to-day lives, unaware of all the hidden things going on in the underground world; she'd seen the hidden things, she'd lived in the underground world. Alex glanced down at her phone, her mum had made her note down the address when she'd left her at the airport. "You'll be safe with your father." Her mother had told her, not that Alex believed this. Alex could look after herself and her dad solved crimes for a living 'A really safe job!' Though Alex sarcastically. There it was: Speedy's Café and by it: the door to 221B Bakers Street. In the café there was an old woman in a floral dress fussing over customers in a motherly way. The door next to the café was big, black and imposing but Alex wasn't scared... well, maybe a bit. Confidently she walked up to the door and rung the bell. As she waited a few customers looked curiously at her camo jacket, maybe they thought it was from an army surplus shop; how wrong they were. A short man with greying ginger hair opened the door. This couldn't be who she was looking for, he was shorter than her mother had described, had the wrong hair and defiantly didn't have the cheekbones her mother had shown her in all the paper cuttings. This man had to be Dr Watson. "Hello Dr Watson," Alex began, "I'm here to see Mr Holmes. My name is Alex Adler-Holmes."