The next day, Holmes woke up to find Lestrade sleeping next to him. He quickly leapt up just in time as Lestrade sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Where are we?" she asked as she looked around. "It appears that we are in the past, 2010 to be exact." He answered. Lestrade quickly saw the newspaper on the study table. It was dated December 23, 2010. She then spotted a pile of clothes next to them. There was a pair of jeans with a plain white shirt. On top of the pile was a soft white towel. Holmes had found another pile of clothes that consisted of an Inverness, a shirt and a pair of pants. One by one they went into the bathroom. They emerged smelling fresh. Then they went out of the room.
They met a young woman outside their door. She introduced herself as Shirley Henderson and proceeded to lead them into the kitchen, where a man was waiting. When they entered, Holmes saw the man and gave a cry of surprise. Then, he fainted in the middle of the floor.
"This is a pretty kettle of fish!" Shirley remarked sarcastically. She carried Holmes and placed him onto the couch before getting some brandy for his lips. Lestrade was left with the man in the kitchen. "Who are you?" she asked. The man looked worried. "I think you should get that smelling salt near your face first." He said. I don't think I will need it, she mused as she fetched the item. "Now then, my name is Dr. John H. Watson." He replied to her question.
She really needed the smelling salts after all.
Shirley found the brandy and poured it into Holmes's throat. A moment later, Holmes was stirring. "Dr. Watson, Mr. Holmes is awake." Watson and Lestrade walked into the room and sat in front of him.
Holmes opened his eyes and saw Watson in front of him. "Watson, is it really you?" He asked Watson. "Yes, it is." Watson answered. Holmes stretched out his hand and touched the long sleeve, feeling the arm in it. "Oh Watson, thank goodness." He hugged the surprised doctor. "I think we are in need of an explanation." Shirley said.
"So you're saying that some robot is cavorting about dressed and talking like me?" Watson asked Lestrade. Lestrade nodded, and Watson was quite relieved much to their surprise. "Why aren't you upset or something like that?" Shirley asked. "Well I feel safe as Holmes won't be poisoning himself." Watson replied. "Watson, cocaine and tobacco are not allowed in the future!" Holmes exclaimed. "By the way, I think that you should explain why you are alive in this time." Lestrade said.
"Okay, I am not a good storyteller, but I think you need the truth, so here it is." And, she began to speak.