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John started the day debating himself. No matter how much he tried he couldn't ignore the fact that he was disappointed by the man's discreet departure.

What did you expect? He would stay around all morning and maybe make you tea? Oh for god's sake it is a good thing that he has left without further conversation! You were dreading it only a few hours ago! It would have been very awkward and surely it's not very nice to expect expressions of gratitude constantly for helping someone in trouble. He expressed enough yesterday. Why would he stay further? For what? This actually saves the embarrassment of asking him to take his leave, this was rather a good judgement on his part. What would I have said anyway? Come again if you need food or a doctor? My doors would always be open for you? Maybe I'll never see him again. Maybe he'll be lost in the mist from which he came. There are so many people on the streets, I don't remember any of the faces, maybe I don't look closely or never try to remember. I had never seen him before. I would have never forgotten that face if I had. I will never forget that face, those eyes, that voice. Maybe I will see him again. We are in the same city, maybe we would stumble into each other again…on another misty night like that.

John shook his head under the shower, he didn't have any control over his thoughts. This was unusual and unexpected of him, thinking about a man he only met once, a man who is of no importance, a man rather suspicious and above all A MAN! He leaned forward with is hands on the wall under the shower. He blamed it all on the lack of sleep.

"Oh did he just left? Just like that?" Mrs Hudson's disappointed tone further disturbed John. He felt irritated. Why did she have to remind him of his lack of manners?

He felt himself looking around him carefully on the way to St. Brat's at every face that passed by, every person sitting on the pavement, every corner, every alley. A swish of a coat, a dark head, some blue eyes, he felt like he was seeing him everywhere in everyone.

A bit not good. He chastised himself.

"Mary? Do you think I'm a bit adventurous?" John asked enthusiastically, looking at her. He was visiting her that evening like he did almost every day now.

Mary quirked an eyebrow and looked mischievously at him over the rim of her tea cup.

"What do you mean Dr Watson?" She asked playfully.

Though John liked her demeanor and enjoyed the turn of conversation he didn't get his answer. Was it possible that Mary never even noticed what he was like underneath? And that man, that unknown man in a few minutes of acquaintance had found out something about him that even he didn't acknowledge fully?

Yes, yes he loved adventure, he wanted to visit unknown, unexplored places, he wanted risk, he wanted danger and he wanted a life which was not as mundane as this one. He never fully acknowledged his inclination though thinking it was just a childish fascination, thinking that it was extremely immature of him to think about losing what he had, a fine life, a promising career and a beautiful and loving girlfriend. Underneath he knew it was not enough and it was certainly not all he could live for.

Is that why this man intrigues you so? He gives you a sense of adventure? Danger?

God I have to stop thinking about this. This is ridiculous.

Don't deny it Dr Watson. You are just waiting for another chance meeting.

Oh do shut up!

"What is it John?" Mary asked coming close to him, she stood behind his chair and wrapped her hands around him. John realised he was sitting there with knitted eyebrows and an extremely agitated expression which concerned her.

"Oh? Oh! Nothing…nothing at all." He said pressing a hand on Mary's and looking at her smiling. Who gave him a questioning look.

"It's just…just a man I met yesterday…" he started looking away.

Mary let go of him with a huff of relief and said laughing

"Oh! A man then! The way you were looking I thought you were having an affair!"

John laughed too. But his mind kept on repeating.

Now now no denying Dr Watson, you are clearly mesmerized by that man.

No I'm not!

Why it's so apparent Dr Watson! It nearly gave your girlfriend a scare!

It was just miscommunication!

You are attracted to him.

No I'm not!

He took a deep breath closing his eyes and closing his mind shut. He needed to rest. He wanted the comfort and warmth of Mary. Which she readily gave him. He wanted to find peace in the familiarity of his life with Mary and get the elusive, distractive, unknown, intriguing man out of his mind.

"What was his name?"

John shot open his eyes from his mild slumber at Mary's voice, she was wrapped around him, warm and comforting. John's mind drifted again, the balance giving away to turbulence again.

Why was he always there?

You don't even know the name of the man you are attracted to.

I am not attracted to him! I can barely remember his face!

Is that why you were looking at every face that passed you all day?

This is not happening.

He told you.

What?

"I could be dangerous."

John shut his eyes close again, pretending not to hear her question. She didn't coax any further to John's much relief.