I jolted awake when i heard a clang in the street. Judging by the sound, two people had collided, causing one to drop their load.
Rising stiffly I went to the window, using one arm to hold back the curtain and resting my chin on the other as i pressed my forehead to the pane. After blinking to adjust my eyes to the sun I watched as a short, rotund man bent to retrieve several small sheets of metal while growling at two young boys who seemed to have caused the disruption.
Yawning and turning away from the scene, I stretched as I looked around the quiet sitting room. All seemed to be quite undisturbed since my unproductive trip.
There was a soft knock on the sitting room door and I smiled, hoping for a reunion with my biographer. Instead it was Mrs. Hudson who opened the door when I bade the knocker to enter.
"I thought I heard you up at last." She said, her lips thin in what was a clear display of contained frustration.
"Yes, what time is it?" I asked.
"Half passed two." Mrs. Hudson answered. "You arrived yesterday about five in the morning and have been sleeping since."
"Did Watson go out?" I asked.
"No, he left. And it didn't sound like he was coming back."