"Holmes?"
"Leave me alone!" I growled and stormed into my room. I did not have time for his trivialities. This case was far too complex for me to allow anything else in my mind, even the cordialities of a friend.
I did feel slight remorse for neglecting him…but my work, my work! I had to work, and now my work needed me. There was a new evil corrupting London. I could feel it, crawling beneath the streets, into my very blood.
Watson…would understand in time, that my work was essential. Not just to London, but to my own existence.
A/N: Not part of the "Torment" arc, this one is set pre-FINA. Obviously.