Summary: Peculiar objects begin to appear in Holmes's Sitting room and Evelyn keeps loosing stuff.

Disclaimer: Holmes ain't my homie, you dig.

A/N: I hate these things, don't you. I don't know why I write them. sigh The wanderings of a delusional mind, Visit my profile page if you want proof of that. o Anywho, here's another chapter and yes MeGoobie this case does tie into the story in a very twisted, convoluted way that I didn't realize until last night. I don't have this story planned out at all really, so it kind of just goes where it takes me and last night, my story came to me in a vision and whispered sweet inspirations into my mind. I now have a clearer image of where the story is taking me…….I hope. This will probably lead to some inconsistencies (which I will try at all cost to avoid), so I leave it up to the readers to be my sentinels. Enjoy.

THE MYSTERY OF TIME

Chapter 6: A Day of Reckoning

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Present Day California

I woke up just as the sun crested on the horizon.

Carpe Diem, that was my first thought.

My mind seemed to enlighten with the rising sun and I came to a startling realization. What if the strange inter-dimensional occurrence in my study went away? What if tonight is the last night?

I had to seize this opportunity while I had it, but how? What could I do to really make it worth my while?

Forgetting about visiting my brother, I puzzled on this question while preparing for the day. I began to take notice of my life. The condo was too quite, the air too thick to breathe, and my life was purposeless.

There comes a time in every man and woman's life when they wake up one morning questioning their own existence. Today was no different for me. As I looked around, I realized that no one depended on my existence. I depended on my parent's affluence, but aside from that I didn't depend on anyone else.

What have I really done for my life?

Sure I was well traveled and seen and done many things, but where have I not been? What have I not seen?

Clear as the morning sun came my answer: another dimension.

Shocked by my own thoughts, I dropped the spoon I was holding for my breakfast. I could travel to another dimension. It worked for my things, why couldn't work for me.

But…what about my life here?

I looked around once more and once again I thought: Carpe Diem. Seize the day. When opportunities cross your path, you must seize them or risk losing them.

Harding my resolve once again I made my choice. I would seize this chance and go to another dimension. I didn't know what I would do there, but that was no different than my life now. I would just do what I have always done and go wherever life takes me.

This time was one of life's little opportunities that could change my life forever. I f I didn't do it now, I may never get the chance again.

With that, I forgot about breakfast and began making preparations for my adventure. I didn't know how long I would be gone, it could be forever, but I knew one thing, a woman has no place in the society of the nineteenth century.

That would be the first thing to change.

I would need money. That would be trickier, but, considering the similarities between Holmes time and my times own past, I could possibly find coin collections with suitable currency. I may bring gold ingots anyways, just in case.

I would also need a more suitable wardrobe.

With these first few tasks in mind, I headed out to my first stop, the beauty salon.

It's about time I cut my hair, anyhow.

Sherlock Holmes Day

I may be a doctor, but even I have qualms about the insane. There is just something disconcerting in knowing that there are incurable sicknesses of the mind.

When Holmes and I entered the institution, I could help but be a little skittish. The air in the place oozes with an eerie feeling that makes one's hair stand on end.

Of course Holmes, seemed completely unaffected by it all.

I thought at first that he may be here to institutionalize Mr. Davenhoe, even though I'm fairly certain it's all a ruse despite Holmes assertion that it is not, but Holmes informed me that he wished to learn more about Mr. Davenhoe's condition as he had never heard of it.

It seemed like the end of a long and scary journey when we did finally reached Dr. Halls office.

The room was fairly spacious and seemed quite comfortable with a nice warm lighting. A complete contrast to the dim hallways we had just left.

As soon as we came in Dr. Halls stood up to greet us, "Ah Mr. Holmes, I've been expecting you and this must be your friend, Dr. Watson. It is good to meet you. Please sit."

Directing us to a pair of cushioned chairs, Holmes and I took a seat as Dr. Halls resumed his spot behind his desk. He was a fairly filled out man, but not enough to be called plump, with large hairy arms and a pair of large pudgy hands. His head was bald, except for a small ring or gray just above his ears. He also had a black, thin mustache that curled upwards at the end. He wasn't a very intimidating man by looks, but he certainly held an air of authority and sternness.

"In your telegram, Holmes, you mentioned an encounter you had with a man whom you felt might be suffering from some kind of mental illness. Would you mind describing the symptoms?"

Settling back into the chair while crossing his legs, Holmes began telling Dr. Halls all about our strange encounter this morning with Mr. Davenhoe. As the story progressed, Dr. Halls face seemed to darken more and more. By the time Holmes finished the tale, His face had become hard and readable while his eyes held the tinge of someone whose intelligence has just been insulted. I should know as I've seen it my friend's eyes more times than I can count.

Holmes than concluded his retelling, "And so, Dr. Halls, with all do respect, I have come here to find out more about Mr. Davenhoe's condition."

With a great leap, Dr. Halls stood up and slammed his hands upon his desk. His face flushed in indignation, "Mr Holmes, How dare you waste my valuable time with an idiotic assumption that one man's antics are a sign of insanity. More than likely this young fellow is suffering from a severe case of loneliness and only seeks to draw attention to himself as a means of satisfying this void. I suggest you ignore him and be on your way. I have better things to do than address every assumption of insanity that comes my way."

"I assure you, I do not make assumptions, Dr. Halls," Holmes replied in a threatening tone.

Realizing that this situation was going very badly, I endeavored to prevent it from getting much worse, "Come on Holmes. Let's go. It appears that we won't find what we're looking for here."

Grabbing his arm, I was able to drag my friend out of the office and the institution without incident, but not before both men exchanged heated glares of resentment and offense.

Holmes was quite and sullen on the trip back.

Trying to lighten his mode, I drew his attention back to his case, "Do you think Mr. Davenhoe destroyed his own home?"

Not turning from the window, Holmes waved his hand at my question, "It is possible Watson, but highly unlikely. Mr. Davenhoe is much to frightened at the wreckage to really have done it to himself, Master Nelson is far to protective of his things and privacy to actually destroy his home and risk drawing attention to himself, and Miss Wilson is more concerned about cleaning up messes then causing them. I think it is safe to assume that there is another player in this little game."

"So, you really believe that one man is all those people?"

Holmes did not respond and instead continued to stare out the window, but this time with a more thoughtful than sullen look on his face.

At least he was no longer brooding.