Thy heart began to beat
For the first time in years I stand before John Watson and I'm relieved to discover he does not remind me of Moran. He looks bewildered, delighted and betrayed. It's wonderful. I feel like myself again and I know what I must do.
I lie to him.
I cannot tell him what truly happened. I cannot let him feel responsible. He already radiates guilt.
It is so easy that I doubt my motives but I do not once think of stopping. My lies are unprepared and clumsy but the Doctor will not question them. I am quite safe with him.