A/N: Hello again! I've been neglecting my stories lately, school geting in the way and all, but I'm back! Also, this will be my first multi-chapter fic! I'm super excited, sorta nervous though, because I don't know how often I'll be able to upload. I got a few busy months ahead of me! I'll still try to update as often as I can.
Disclaimer: ME NO OWN. (I wish!) But sadly, no. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson are the property of Mr. Arthur Conan Doyle and the glorious telly show (which is finally shooting again! AHHH!) is under the control of the BBC.
P.S. No, I am not crazy, (well, that's debatable), and this chapter will make sense once the story continues. This chapter is super short, just to give a little taste on what this fic will be about. Just hang in there! Enjoy!
Who am I?
It's a very common question. Sometimes asked by curious teenagers trying to discover where they're meant to be. Sometimes, it's the reason behind a break-up, when one of them claims to "not know who they are," and "want to find themselves before they commit to another." It also happens to be a song from the popular musical Les Miserables.
Unfortunately, my reason behind asking that question is completely different, for I can't seem to remember my own name.
A/N: Ooooh! Who is this mystery stranger? And I know, I know, super short! But I'm writing another chapter as we speak! Aye, reviews are love! :)