Later that day, when John was out on the first class Promenade getting some air, and after much difficulty, I snuck some brandy into my room. I promised myself that I would only drink a glass or two, but by the time John returned to the room the whole bottle was empty and I was throwing up in the bathroom.
"SHERLOCK!" John came into the room, saw the smashed brandy bottle, and ran into the bathroom. He was seething with rage.
"What is it-" I paused as my stomach lurched.
"I thought you told me you wouldn't drink too much on this trip! How am I supposed to go to dinner with you looking like … this!"
John slapped me and paced around the room. Every time he went by the bathroom he shot me a disapproving look, before he resumed pacing again.
"John. Please, I didn't mean to-"
I've had enough of your drinking Sherlock. I'm going down to dinner. Get the steward to send you up some food.
"But please, John, I can explain …." The door slammed as John left the room.
I crawled to my feet and tried to regain my senses. I decided to go out looking for M, or at least traces of him.
I crept down the corridor, and made my way to the promenade deck. Perhaps if I sat on one of the deck chairs I may be able to catch a glimpse of 'M'.
"Excuse me, Ma'am, but could I borrow your wrap?"
"My wrap? Why, you're a man!"
There was no time to waste. I snatched the wrap out of her hands and ran to the other side of the deck.
"I'm terribly sorry!"
Now that I had a decent enough disguise, I could keep en eye out safely. Who needs John anyway. He can enjoy his dinner with the Captain without me. A man started to walk towards me. Bloody hell. It was Lestrade.
"Sherlock! Whatever is that disguise for?"
The moment he approached me a slender man hobbled across the deck. Upon hearing my name he paused. But a second later he darted away.
"Wait! Stop!" I ran after him, jumping over a few deck chairs. I was closing in on him, but then everything went black, and I felt a pain shoot up my spine.