One word over. Forgive me?

How many of Holmes' experiments do you think actually worked?

"Any last wishes?"

"Send Mycroft my experiments and tell Lestrade he was a good fellow." Holmes responded. "And if this happens to make any sort of a mess, apologize to Mrs. Hudson for me."

"As a doctor, I really shouldn't be encouraging this, but my morbid curiosity seems to have the better of me today."

Holmes grinned.

"Alright then," I ordered. "Let's get this over with."

Holmes bowed and then picked up the glass containing the odiferous liquid, examining its contents with a speculative air. "You know, I am rather starting to feel like a consort to that abominable doctor Jekyll."

I laughed. "Tell me, Hyde-I mean, Holmes, does that alter your decision in any way?"

Holmes smiled before again regarding the contents of the glass, "No, Watson, I don't believe it does. This experiment could change humanity. Alter the aging process, rejuvenate old cells. It's miraculous."

"Miraculous indeed, but necessary?" I frowned. "You cannot change the laws of nature, Holmes."

"I know, I know. I shall not stretch my hand so far into the fire that it is impossible to get out. Now enough speculation," He drank the glass quickly and coughed. "Some fountain of youth. It tastes like sewer water."

I smiled, despite my worry. "How do you feel?"

"Rather like an idiot. Nothing happened."

"So much for scientific bravado."