I didn't open my eyes when I first came to. It was a habit of mine to take in the details of the room I was in before I opened my eyes each morning. Despite the fact the details of my living space didn't change from day to day in any major way it heightened the senses to practice such a habit day to day.

At once I knew I was not in any room in my flat. Little details gave that away. The heat that was in the room was not coming from one side of the room like a single fireplace would cause it to. Heat was coming from all sides and smoothing me in it's embrace. I was partly covered with a blanket so that could explain some of the warmth.

The second thing that gave it away was a smell in the air. It was at my best guess a woman's perfume that I had not smelt before. Since it was a new smell that gave away that someone a woman I didn't know was sitting near me. It couldn't have been a doctor since not that many women practice medicine. The only reasonable thing that could be responsible for these two new things was I was in a new place.

Happy with my deduction I opened my eyes and I was right. The room I found myself in was a sitting room that I had never before been in. A glance to my side revealed a strange woman reading a paperback book and another quick glance around the room proved there was no fireplace. My eyes went back to the woman. It didn't seem the woman had noticed me because her eyes hadn't moved from her book.

This woman was more a girl than a woman. Her face was mostly hidden by the book she was reading but I could see her brown hair over the top of the book. The girl's long thin fingers were wrapped around the edge of the book and were holding it unnecessarily tight. The reason for this was sure enough to be nervousness due to the condition of the man lying so near to her. To my surprise she wasn't wearing a dress. I could see she was wearing light blue trousers.

She must have finally discovered that I was looking at her because she slowly lowered the book. When the book was finally lowered so that she held in her lap I took in the rest of profile. The stranger had large brown eyes that seemed a bit too close together and a short but confident looking nose. Below her nose were two tightly pressed together lips.

My eyes traveled down even lower to see she was wearing a shirt like I had never seen before. The words 'Group X' were printed across the front in large white letters. This words didn't make any sense to me at all.

"How are you feeling?" she asked setting the book aside.

"A tad dizzy," I said placing a hand on my head.

I felt a large knot that I knew would been there for a few days if not weeks. There wasn't the pain I had expected when I awoke but I did find myself feeling dizzy. The room was a little shaky but was slowly balancing it's self out.

"I found you on the street when I got home from work the other day," she explained. "You were knocked out cold so I brought you inside."

"And I thank you very much so," I said with a nod. "May I inquire as to what your name is?"

She looked at me with a slightly confused look on her face before she answered my question.

"The name is Beverly Lestrade," she said smiling and extending her hand. "But my friends call me Bev. What's your name?"

"So nice to meet you," I said shaking her hand. "I'm pretty familiar with the Lestrade family myself. My name is Sherlock Holmes and I'm sure you've heard all about me."

"Holmes?" Beverly questioned and her eyebrow knitted together in thought. "That name rings a bell. You wouldn't be related to John Holmes would you?"

Apparently the question was meant to be something funny because she began to laugh to herself. When she saw I wasn't laughing she stopped the laughter. I really didn't see what was so funny.

"I'm sorry," she said shaking her head. "But the name Sherlock Holmes sure does ring a bell. I feel like I've heard it before. Oh well. Once I stop trying to think of it it will come to me. While I'm thinking about it do you have any family that I should call. I'm sure someone is wondering where you are. You've been here a few days."

"The only one who is bond to be wondering where I am is my landlady Mrs. Hudson. Watson won't be back for some time now," I explained. "Well since you found me on the street my home can't be that far away from here. It's number 221b. I'm sure it's just the next one down."

"I'm afraid not," Beverly said shaking her head. "My address is 34 Clark pond road. There's no 221b anywhere near here and I've never heard of anyone named Mrs. Hudson."

Worry was starting to set in. I couldn't be that far away from home? I had passed at the bottom of the stairs. In the condition I was in I couldn't have done more than crawl a few inches. I couldn't have traveled any considerable amount of distance after the fall I took.

"Don't worry," she said standing up from her chair. "I'm going to call the police and see if anyone reported someone like you missing."

I turned and watched her walk out of the room. I took this chance to again examine the room in more detail. I took a chance a pushed back the blanket that was covering me. Underneath I was dressed in a black robe that seemed a little plain to me. I got to my feet and took a few steps. Those first few steps were like those of a infants, slow and shaky.

After those first few steps I felt more like myself. My curious eyes couldn't help but seek out everything in the room. There a heavily decorated Christmas tree was in front of large windows on the wall opposite where I had been lying down. On the next wall to the right was what appeared to be a picture frame except that there was no picture in the rather large frame. There was only darkness. My eyes moved away from the strange thing along the rest of the wall. A bookshelf had been built into the rest of the wall. Books of every size and shape littered the shelves. I had just started to run my hands along the spines when Beverly walked back into the room.

"You shouldn't be up," she said at once. "You need to rest."

I knew that I was fine but I always knew that was no way to argue with a woman when it came to such matters. Without a word I walked over to the couch and laid back down.

"Did you find out anything from the police?" I asked when she fell silent.

"No one has been reported missing anywhere near here in the last week," she explained sitting down in her chair. "I called two different police stations in Portland."

"Portland?" I asked. "I've never heard of such a place."

"You've never heard of Portland Maine?" she asked in a surprised voice. "I thought everyone knew about it."

"Maine?" I questioned and felt myself getting even more confused. "Where in God's name is Maine?"

"It's the lobster state," she said. "We're right below the east side of Canada."

"State?" I stammered. "As in the United States?"

"Why are you so surprised?" Beverly asked. "Where'd you think you were?"

"London England," I explained.

My answer must have been funny because she started to laugh.

I could not help but sneak a John Holmes joke in there. If anyone reading this doesn't know how he is I'll tell you. He was a major porno star.