Chapter 3

My new home

When I finished my meal, Holmes rang to Mrs. Hudson. I thanked her the food.

- Watson will be glad that you have appetite. - He smirked.

- Well, I was very hungry and the food was great. Uh, Mr. Holmes?

- Yes?

- Shall I use the bathroom? I want to wash myself and… stuff.

- Of course. I show you.

I stood up.

- Where are my clean clothes?

- Mrs. Hudson took them in the drawer.

- Thanks.

I choose an ankle length skirt and a top. I followed the man out in the hallway.

- There are two bathrooms: one on the pit - Mrs. Hudson uses it - and one on the first floor. It is mine. You can use that.

- Dr. Watson doesn't live here?

- He used to. He is now married and he lives in Kensington. Your room was earlier Watson's.

My room was on the second floor. We went down the stairs. To the right was the bathroom and to the left were Holmes' room and the saloon- It was the study too.

The detective opened up the door and led me in.

- Now that's what I call retro bathroom! – I noticed.

- Excuse me?

- It's just a phrase…

- I suppose you can use the hydrant.

- Yeah, I think.

- Good. You can leave here your dirty clothes, Mrs. Hudson will wash them. When you finished, you can join me in the study. The first door left.

I nodded. He bowed his head and then he left.

After the bath I felt myself like a human. I combed my hair and I put it up. My face was a bit pale. I tried to smile but I couldn't.

I began to realize that I had lost everything. My family, my friends. My world.

My tears began to fall and I slipped down to the floor. I was crying hard, almost hysterical. I heard that somebody knocked but I couldn't answer. That somebody came in, sat down next to me and held me. After 10 or 15 minutes I stopped crying. I opened my eyes and saw that Holmes was there.

I blushed and wiped away my tears. I wanted to stand up but I couldn't. My legs were numb.

- Do you feel better? – His voice was tender. I couldn't face him.

- I'm sorry. Usually I never cry but…

- You do not have to apologize. If I am not wrong you lost everything. If that is not a good excuse to cry than what is?

He stood up and offered his hand. I took it and rose. I looked at him. His grey eyes weren't sharp but friendly. And he smiled. Just slightly.

- Thank you! – I muttered.

He bowed his head over my hand and released it. I heard footsteps.

- Is something wrong? – The doctor was worried.

- Watson! How are you? – Holmes' voice was cheerfully. – Our guest feels herself much better. She ate four sandwiches!

- It is good to hear! Do you have any headache?

- No, Dr. Watson. I'm just feeling a bit dizzy.

- It is evident, after a shock. Do not worry. Tomorrow you will feel much better.

I hoped it too. I lost everything but I found friends. I knew that the next days, months or years would be hard but it was worth it. Maybe it was destiny what led to me here.

- Well, I think a bathroom is not the perfect place to discuss something. So let us go to the study. – And with that, Holmes hurried out followed by me and Watson.

1886 Watson returns from a trip in the USA. He weds Constance Adams, an American lady and practice in Kensington. These facts are from a Holmes-chronology.

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