"Holmes!"
Holmes looked up from the newspaper he had hastily snatched moments ago. "Watson?"
Watson glared at him. "Holmes, that is not a proper way to wake someone!"
Looking at him with amusement well hidden behind a mask of confusion, Holmes asked, "Watson, what are you talking about?"
"You know very well what I'm talking about," Watson crossly replied. "Your innocent act doesn't work on me."
"Really, Watson, I believe your tiredness has caused you to imagine things," Holmes said. "Go upstairs to bed."
As Holmes heard Watson leave the room and head upstairs, he grinned secretly. Really, it was Mrs Hudson's fault for leaving the feather duster in the lounge room. He couldn't help it if Watson was ticklish.
