Watson sighed as he entered the flat. Holmes had clearly come by after his outburst by the dock and gathered his things for a trip. Looking at the state of his room, he assumed he would be gone for at least a few days. Barely any cloths were left and most of his tools, notes, and other belongings had been shuffled through or were missing.
Watson sighed and shook his head. It was a blessing as well as a concern. He was tired of trying to chase down Holmes. His mind turned to Sam and Tom and the offer of lodgings there. It was the work of a moment to decide to begin preparations. It took several hours to get everything moved and organized, but the work distracted me from the stormy emotions swirling around in my heart.
When everything was finally done, I clutched my last suitcase full of the essentials and with one look back at the room that we had shared. I closed the door behind me slowly and marched solemnly down the stairs to find Mrs. Hudson waiting to bid me farewell. I had paid forward my share of the rent two months with the promise of continued financial support should she require it. She gave me a warm embrace before I left to the waiting brougham.