After coming here I realized that if....when...I got back home would I have anything to remember H and Doc by? This era? So I began to write. To make sure I would remember everything that happend here. H was kind enough to supply me with the things I needed. He was an excellent guide and I had a most wonderful day with him. Waling, talking and he even introduced me to his brother.

The next morning came quickly and after, with some effort, putting on one of Doc's wife's dresses I went to the sitting room. No one there. So I decided to see if H was awake. His door closed so I knocked. Must have knocked to hard since the door jerked open a bit. I didn't need to go in to confirm what I saw. Damn it, I always hated drugs and seeing H like this really didn't do me any good. I shut the door and tried blocking the image out of my mind. Oh yeah, like that would work. I went in to the sitting room. I don't know how long I had been there because suddenly Doc was standing next to me.

"Are you alright?" He asked me.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear you come in."

"Apparently not. Is something wrong?" By the look in his face I think he already knew.

I nodded. "One word for you, cocaine."

"I see."

"Glad you do because I don't. Why?" I carefully looked at him.

"It happens from time to time although he had tried to restrain himself from it."

My desicion had been made. Don't ask me why. I mean I also know he drinks and smokes which in my time have probably, no has caused more deaths then drug abuse. Then again at least I could get this one poison away from him. Try anyway. "Well then we will have to help him."

I had supprised him. "I am sure you have thought of it before, helping him getting rid of this 'habit'. If we are two then it should be easier don't you agree?"

"I tend to agree." He smiled at me. It wasn't hard to see why he had a way with ladies.

At that moment H came in to the sitting room. "Watson, G.G." He nodded to us.

I. walked up and seized Holmes by the arm. "Oh no come on you are going back to bed."

His eyebrows rose. "I beg your pardon?"

"I said you are going back to bed." I turned to Doc still holding on to him. "A little help Doc?"

He quickly walked over and grabbed H's other arm.

"What is going on?" He said rather loudly as we escorted him back to his bedroom.

We sat him down on his bed which didn't take to much effort since he was still a little weak.

"Why don't you go talk to Mrs. Hudson and I'll inform H about our decision." I said to Doc. Then it hit me that maybe he wanted to talk to H about this.

However he just nooded and didn't I see a little releif in his face? Maybe he did think it was better for me to talk to H. Then again I had made the decision for both of us really. Gee, been here barely two days and already making decisions. I heard my brother's voice "You pushy thing you."

Doc left and closed the door. I locked it and turned back to face H.

"Alright, inform me of what?"

"This morning I knocked on your bedroom door. It opened and I don't need to tell you what I saw."

I could see he realized what I was saying. He looked like a boy caught in the act. Well, he had been sort off.

"I am sorry you had to see that and I wished you hadn't. However, I am not going to appologize for doing something that is none of your bussiness."

"Oh but it is." I walked over and seated myself in a chair opposite him. "I know I wouldn't tell you anything about the future but I will. If you had any idea what terrible things is being done in the future because of this.," I picked up his needle. "then maybe you wouyld think twice before using it ever again."

My voice had sounded harder then I would have liked but he looked at me with intrest. I admit it. I was gonna get preachy here. Then again how else would I get through to this man.

"Where to start? There are women, pregnant women, who injects not caring one bit what it does to their unborn babies. Drug dealers who sell this shit at schools to young children who dosen't know any better and even get kids to sell it for them. People get murded because the killers are to high on drugs to even know what they are doing."

He raised his hand up. "STOP." He shouted as he looked down on the floor.

"Really? I could go on and on...." I countinued.

"NO." He shouted again. He calmed down and looked at me again. "Children?"

"Yes. Let me tell you about this one case."

He got up and walked over to the window. "I don't wanna hear it."

Still having the needle in my hand I threw it right beside him and it broke. He turned to look at me. I could see the anger in him.

"Well damn it you will." I said as I walked over to him. "A young mother to be, age 21, a cocaine addict for several years."

He walked away from me trying to avoid me but I followed. "She countinued to take cocaine even after she found out about the baby she was having."

He walked over to the door but I hurried over and took the key out. "So, every time she injected herself, that poor helpless baby died more and more."

He didn't run anymore. He turned to look at me and his face was pale.

I countinued but in a softer tone. "The baby didn't have a chance. Never got the chance to live, fall in love, have children of it's own."

"You want me to stop?" He asked with a calm and steady voice but his eyes betrayed the pain he felt inside.

"I think you do to."

He sighed. "Yes but I can't do it......."

I interupted him knowing what he was about to say. "You won't be alone. Doc will be here and I will be here."

He smiled at me.

I countinued. "You will never really be free. You will have to fight it for the rest of your life."

"I know but as you said, Watson will be there and you will."

I felt a pain in my chest. Would I? Would I be there for him if he needed me? What if I found my way back home? Then what?

I don't know if H knew what I was thinking but he said. "We'll take it one day at a time."

I nodded. "So we will."