A/N: Thank you to everyone who's reviewed so far. And sorry that it's been so long since I updated. I apologize for the messed up formatting, I'm pretty sure I've got that fixed now. This chapter's kinda short, but mostly because I wrote this at 1:30 in the morning with a bad case of insomnia. Hopefully it will answer a few questions (especially marylinusca's questions, because your the one that brought most of them up). And one more thing, I myself am not blind, so if an observation is made in the story that doesn't seem like you can explain a blind girl knowing it, it's my fault, as I am used to describing things as a seeing person (unless I'm not wearing contacts, but that's another story entirely) I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it! ~Kirjava

Chapter 3

"I'm beginning to wonder just how blind you really are, Miss Moriarty." Holmes said, rather blandly, to Anna's ears, anyway.

"Well, in all technicality, I'm not totally blind. I basically see big, looming shadows. For all legal reasons, however, I am blind. As for me being able to hit you, you happened to be close enough, and by your voice, I can tell your shadow from Dr. Watson's. Besides, your shadow is bigger."

"Just to satisfy my curiosity," Dr. Watson cut in, as politely as possible, "were you born blind?"

"No, when I was ten, I got sick and had a real high fever. I was also... um... allergic to all the medicines they tried me on. The fever fried a bit of my brain, and now I'm blind."

Now Holmes was interested. "Allergic? How so? And to what medicines?"

"Um, you know the usual: hives, anaphylactic shock, well ok, that one's not exactly usual. But hey, it's not like I asked to be allergic to penicillin and sulfa drugs. Oh, by the way, neither of those drug types exist yet." Then she paused and then added, "At least I don't think they do. What year is it, anyway?"

"Why, it's 1901. I say, so you really are from the future, then?" Dr. Watson said, a little amazed. Anna sighed. She really had loved Watson's character in her books, but now that she was faced with the real person, she had to admit he could be a little thick sometimes.

"Yes Dr. Watson, I really am from the future. I should probably explain that in 2003, your stories of Mr. Holmes' cases are famous. I've been reading them since I was a little girl."

"Really?" Watson asked, both amazed and very pleased with himself, "Which one has been your favorite?"

"Well, I've always loved The Hound of The Baskervilles, it scared me so badly when I first read it in the third grade. But my favorite will always be A Study in Scarlet. I don't know why it's my favorite, I just have always loved it. Oh, yes, before you ask, I do know what befell my less-than-illustrious ancestor, and I don't hold a grudge or anything. The way I figure things, no family is absolutely perfect, and he really was a bad dude, with all that illegal corporation stuff, or whatever. Though falling off a cliff isn't exactly the most pleasant way to die. . ." Holmes cleared his throat, and Anna got the gist of what he was implying, and hastily added, "Not like he didn't deserve it, though. So, any other questions?"

"Well, there are several questions that we should probably ask you." Holmes said, in a more thoughtful voice than Anna had heard him use before. "First things first. Where are you from, and have you any relations in the city you can stay with?" He said, in a more business-like manner.

"Ok. I'm from Annapolis, Maryland. The only relative I know I have is my great, great, great, great grandfather, who's, like ten right now, and probably not exactly keen on taking in his 15 year old 3x great granddaughter, that he doesn't know exists."

"Maryland, eh," Holmes said, again very thoughtful. "Your accent isn't from there, I can tell, as I've done research on American accents.

"Well no, I lived in Kentucky until I was seven. Then my dad was transferred. I guess what they say is true, your accent never really leaves you."