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Holmes sits sequestered in a dark corner, brooding. Unshaven, clothing rumple, he hasn't slept for days. Gazing into empty space, he considers...
Maybe if he had told Watson about his plans, things might have turned out differently. Maybe working together, perhaps...
The barmaid asks Holmes a question. He doesn't hear. Upset she was ignored, she leaves the strange man, Sigerson, to himself.
If only he could let Watson know he's alive. He could send a letter through Mycroft... But what if it was intercepted?
A brawl breaks out over the barmaid. Holmes quickly exits the bar. He needs to find a quiet place, needs to think.
No, he should leave everything as it is. Watson is better off not knowing. Safer this way.
In the quiet of a dark alley, Holmes stands as he considers...
"I am lost without my Boswell."
A/N: Sigerson is often used as an alias by Holmes. I hope that didn't confuse anyone...