I stood up and stretched, trying to hide my fear. I wondered how long I had really been in Holmes' time period, and how much I had forgotten. Maybe I had even spoken to Moriarty himself and hadn't known it at the time.
"Is there anything I can do to regain my memory?" I asked Holmes. For a moment I was afraid he would offer to use one of his experiments on me. Luckily, he had a more practical idea.
"You need something to jog your memory. Something that would stimulate your senses, and thus your memory." He looked thoughtful for a moment.
"I could go back to the room where I was when I fell," I suggested. "Maybe a certain piece of furniture in the room will remind me of what happened.
"Wonderful idea!" Holmes exclaimed. "With your permission, we can leave immediately." He rose and crossed the room in a few excited strides, grabbing a waistcoat off the coat-hook. I joined him in an instant, and we left the apartment. Holmes called a cab, and instructed the driver to take us to the dock on the river.
In about a half hour we were at the dock, and from there we walked to the building from which I had fallen. It was abandon, as I had imagined it would be. For the first time I wondered if there was a trap waiting inside for us. Perhaps Moriarty knew that Holmes would have seen me fall, and planned for him to return and investigate. If anything went wrong, Moriarty might kill his greatest enemy and have the key to time travel.
Holmes seemed to think the same thing. He motioned for us to go around back. We found ourselves walking along a narrow walkway between the building and the river. From there we ascended a set of stairs to a door. Holmes tried the handle, only to find the door locked.
"Stand back," he instructed. I did as he asked and watched as he kicked open the door. He then drew a revolver from his pocket and led the way stealthily down the hall. After turning a few corners and climbing some stairs we finally reached the fifth floor. I noticed numbers on the doors as we advanced down the hall, getting larger as we moved along. 19, 20, 21, 22, 23… I stopped. Something about the number on the last door, 23, caught my eye.
"Holmes," I started. He stopped and turned around, facing me. "I think this is the room," I whispered breathlessly. Whatever was on the other side of the door, I knew I had to go in there. I had to know what had happened before Moriarty, or so we assume, pushed me out the window. I took a deep breath, then opened the door.
Inside, all was quite. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. The room was nicely furnished. It appeared to be an old abandon sitting room. The only thing wrong with the quite seen was the candle on the table, still burning. It had been burning for quite awhile. The wax was almost completely melted, and only a small stub remained. I then recalled that that same candle had been burning the day before, when I was there. I crossed the room to a chair. I remembered sitting in it. I sat down in it once more, then gazed around at my new perspective of the room. I remembered everything now.
I had woken up in the chair, startled at my new surroundings. Feeling lightheaded, I immediately looked around for a window to open for fresh air. Spotting one, I had opened it. A sound from behind made me spin around. The next thing I knew I was falling at a greater speed than I thought possible for my weight.
A voice from behind the chair then startled me from my memory. "Well done, Holmes. You found me." Moriarty. So I was right.