I was going through old files in search of a 221B I haven't posted yet, and came across this. It seems like I intended to make it into a story, but I don't remember it.
Today started as many days with Holmes start- abruptly. I was rushed through a short breakfast and into a carriage, which whisked us through London. As usual, we boarded a train just as it was taking off, and I nearly fell trying to get on the blasted thing.
Holmes glanced at me sympathetically as we found an empty compartment. "So sorry, I hope I was not the cause of your leg becoming stiff again." He said. As usual, he was able to perceive everything about me.
"My leg is fine."
"Watson, it nearly gave out on you back there." He retorted.
"Since you're so in the mood to talk you could explain why you've dragged me out here at a quarter before six?"
"I thought we could do with a little trip to Whitstable." Holmes said with a sly smile. I had seen that smile often enough to know what implied.
"You have a case rather."
"How did you guess?" Holmes pressed.
"Holmes, you are never in this good of a mood unless you are on a case." I replied. We fell silent and I watched the large city of London disappear into trees and open fields, lightly dusting with frost. We were all grateful winter was late. Eventually, I was lulled to sleep as the countryside passed in a blur.
