"What sort of a man does that? It's simply deplorable!" Sherlock criticized his seventh present.
Mrs. Hudson poked around in the basket of scones Sherlock had received at the doorstep that morning. She counted seven of them. "It is rather odd," she agreed.
"Honestly, who sends scones without tea? And to make matters worse, we're out of it." Sherlock stewed at the window.
"Why don't you go out and buy some?"
"Boring." He approached the chair and perched on it.
"Well it seems a shame to waste them, they look delicious."
Sherlock paid no attention to her encouragement. "It's incomplete…" he mumbled to himself as if he were unaware of her presence. "All the others before this were complete…this must have another part…"
Mrs. Hudson sighed and, while Sherlock continued to converse with himself, picked up the latest note on the stack Sherlock made.
You're probably hungry, you usually are,
But from you I am much too far.
I hope these scones will do you well,
They're made fresh, as you can tell.
"From you I am much too far? What does he mean by that?" Mrs. Hudson interrupted Sherlock's conversation. He looked up in surprise, most likely because he had forgotten she was there.
"He's probably just some distant fan of mine. A fully researched fan of mine. You know the stories in the paper, exaggerating my cases throughout Britain."
"Yes… John was good at giving everyone the real story…" Sherlock gazed sharply at her from his perch. She hushed the subject immediately. "If you need me, just give me a shout. Oh, but not too loud. The neighbors are on edge a lot lately, what with you talking so loud at night. Who are you talking to, anyways?"
"No one." She left Sherlock alone, his eyes rolling.
Wow I'm so sorry for how bad these rhymes have gotten. I'll try to do better.
Do you think Sherlock is figuring it out? (More importantly...are you?)
