I was grumpy. I hadn't slept well at all and now I was beginning to search for another flat. I needed something in my means and sadly my pocketbook, though saved from ruination by Holmes' desk drawer, was still thin. I could afford some of the worst locations London had to offer, but I was slightly more keen on finding another companion that might go halves with me.
Then I remembered an old friend, and began to make my way to a shop. It was filled with dozens of peculiarities but the owners were friendly.
"Hello Matt." I greeted the youth as he straightened up a shelf.
"Doctor Watson!" He greeted with a smile. He rose to shake my hand, wiping his on his apron before offering it to me. "Good to see you!" The seventeen-year old was looking much better nearly a year after the dreadful incident that occurred when I met him. That case had nearly been the death of Holmes and I, and it had been a great strain on our friendship. Which had survived, until now.
"John!" I heard a cheerful voice greet me and turned around to see Sam making a beeline for me. It had been awhile since I had seen them last and I was happily surprised to hear the news of Sam's betrothal.
Me: Its NOT a sequel I tell you!
Morei: Yes it is.
Me: NO!
Morei: Face it, it's a sequel.