July 2, 1939

John Watson was walking through Tower of London Park on his way to the Tower of London. He watched as the people around walked past him. There where few trees but they where tall. The grass didn't look as green as it used too years before. The grass was just cut, John could tell by the smell. The weather was awful as usual; the sky was gray and it was muggy out. Ever since he got back from the war there hasn't been a nice day weather wise. John was relieved to be stationed in London. His new job was to assist an interrogator. As he approached his destination two guards stopped him. They where both large men whom where holding a weapon to their chests with their hands on the trigger.

"Identification please." One said with a husky voice. John reached into his pocket pulling a card. On the card was his photo, name, age, eye colour, height and a bar code with numbers overtop. The guard looked at the card and back at John.

"Proceed." He said handing the card back to John. He walked into the main hall. The room was large; there was a desk at the front with a young lady with brown hair sitting at the desk. There where wooden chairs on the right hand side of the room. Guards where positioned in front of the elevator and stairwell beside the desk. John walked up to the desk.

"Excuse me but, where can I find Lestrade?" John asked.

"Um, are you John Watson?" He nodded. "Hi, I'm Molly Hooper. He should be here in a-" she was cut off.

"Ah! Dr. Watson, sorry to keep you waiting." Lestrade walked toward John offering his hand. John reached for it.

"No problem, I wasn't waiting long." He said with a slight grin.

"Good, good! Now how about we get you stared? Shall we?" John nodded and gestured for Lestrade to take the lead. The two men walked towards the elevator, Lestrade nodded to the guards who nodded back. John stepped inside. The elevator had a wooden and musky smell to it. The man inside closed the door behind them.

"What level sir?" He asked he looked and sounded about seventeen.

"B please." The machine made loud noises as we moved. they came to a stop. The boy opened the door for us. "Thank you." Thanked Lestrade

They walked down the hall. The carpet was a deep shade of green. The walls where wooden on the bottom half while the top half had an emerald wallpaper with a Victorian pattern. Their footsteps echoed off the walls. They stopped at a wooden door. They both entered the office. The room was pretty large for an office. The room was pretty bare except for the wooden desk in the room. Also, the three chairs one of which was a comfy looking green leather one tucked behind the desk. On the desk were piles of paperwork, a pencil holder, and a green ad gold lamp.

"Dr. Watson please, have a seat." Lestrade's arm gestured toward the chairs. John sat down the closest one. The chair was wooden and had cushion on the seat. His arms rested on the manchette of the chair as he leaned back. Lestrade sat down in the green leather chair behind the desk. "He should be here soo-" He was cut of by the loud turning of the knob. A man with a slim figure dressed in a suit came in. He had short brown curly hair, striking blue eyes, fair skin, and sharp cheekbones. "Ah! We have been waiting for you Mr. Holmes!"