"Watson!" I cried as I came into the door. I must've startled the poor fellow out of a nap because he was more then startled at my appearance. He leaped out of the chair, tossing a blanket carelessly into the fire.
I was quick to act, reaching with my new walking stick… or spear, rather, to pull out the unfortunate cloth and holding it on the metal tip as Watson fetched a glass of water to douse the smoldering blue bundle.
"Holmes you startled me!" He said accusingly, looking at the blanket in dismay.
"I'm deeply sorry Watson, I had no idea that you were sleeping, it's only six in the evening." I said.
"Well, Mrs. Hudson will not be pleased." Watson commented, eyeing the charred blanket which now had a hole in its middle with a black rim around it.
"I should say not, but you haven't commented on my outfit!" I said, posing while still holding the blanket on the spear. I had a golden robe accented with a purple sash and a turban instead of a hat. He looked unimpressed.
"You look ridiculous." He said, eyeing the costume with a look of disgust. He threw me a smile to show he was jesting. Then his smile faded as his eyes fell back on the blanket.