Author's Note: Regards "The Adventure of the Final Problem"
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"Months"
"I want you to go back to London."Holmes paced, the telegram in his hand, his fears of the loss of three months' work only slightly abated.
"I shall do no such thing." My calm voice floated above the smoke of his cigarette.
"There is no time to argue. Moriarty has fixed his sights upon me, and it is now time to act."
"You have planned our offensive move, I trust."
"Go home, Watson."
"I am where I belong. And rather familiar with being the target." I rested my hand on his shoulder. "I must agree, though. It is time."