A/N: "Torment" part 9...
It was with a yawn that I entered the sitting room the next morning, and with a gasp that I nearly fell down the stairs as my eyes caught sight of something lying on the floor near the door of the sitting room.
It was Holmes's coat, still wet and dripping bits of snow and ice on the hardwood floor.
"Watson?" I heard my friend's voice as he came out of his room, "Are you all right?"
I carefully regained my footing, and turned slowly to look at him, feeling every muscle in my body tense as I did so.