Several days later I am sitting staring at the prison door, I've been forced to sedate Sherlock, due to some rather appalling withdrawal symptoms, and I need some time away from my patient. Sat on an upturned box, encased in a massive biscuit coloured jumper, I watch the door suspiciously. Quite often the first time I notice this door has opened is when I receive a phone call telling me that a delivery has been made.
I think I'm going mad locked in with a moody complicated and terminally bored addict. Looking out of the window behind me I see sheep and open fields and I think how fresh and green everything is, compared to the purple stifling hell. Then my mind wanders to the dark cold streets, where I was cold and hungry and I feel briefly ashamed. Here I am warm and possibly the safest man in the country, with clean warm dry and very nice clothes.
Suddenly the door unlocks, and a large female figure struggles with the door, I automatically go to help, but stops as she swings round.
"Are you trying to escape Dr Smith?"
"No no" I stutter "erm er I God no sorry, you were struggling"
She fixes me with a dazzling smile, she must be about 20, but she is very well built. Her auburn hair is slightly curled, and she has a bright open face. Her dark blue eyes fix me, and seem to look straight though me. She is wearing a bright lilac jumper and as she starts to giggle her breasts bounce under the jumper. I find myself smiling despite myself, everything about her is beautiful. She passes me a large cardboard box and slams the metal door behind her, facing me.
"I'm glad you're here Dr Smith" she smiled again "you can give me a help with this lot"
She gestured that I should put the box down on the pile, and gave an exasperated huff when the boxes shifted.
"I'm sorry" I say "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, you know me.."
"….but you don't know who I am?"
I nod and she beams, holding out a podgy hand to me.
"I'm Enola Holmes, Mycroft and Sherlock's little sister."
Enola is not an OC but a non-canonical character who features in a series of books by Nancy Springer. I needed a Mrs Hudson Character early on, who couldn't be Mrs Hudson, so I have borrowed her, although I have obviously aged her and oh well as she won't read this, she's my littlest sister in description.