OHMYGOODNESS! Fiftieth chapter...that's a milestone, right there.
Holmes didn't long linger long after the ceremony.
He offered his congratulations to the groom and the bride as warmly as he could muster. He gave a short toast ate reception and kept his voice kind but controlled. He shook Watson's hand before he left, giving the undisputable excuse of a prospective case early on the morrow as the reason for his departure, not the truth, the suffocating environment of merriment; he promised a visit as soon as his rigorous schedule allowed.
He returned to Baker Street, lit his pipe with the distinctive tobacco Watson had purchased for Christmas. His chair was the same ever, the pipe excellent, the atmosphere quite suitable. The gloom would go in time.
Watson's chair, facing him, was conspicuously empty.
Kinda angsty, that one. Been in my docs foreverrrrr, I just finished it.
