It has been fifteen years.
Fifteen years since I can claim to have known Dr. John Hamish Watson. Fifteen years of our friendship, companionship.
I have learned to read him so well and him me. We know when we are sad, happy. We know where we are. People have called us the closest of friends, and truly, we are.
Then…where is he? Why can't I understand him anymore? Why has he suddenly closed his mind to me?
He hasn't spoken to me this morning, hasn't said a word. Hasn't offered to join me on a case.
Where are you, Watson?
I wonder how many people are utterly confused by this drabble and want me to write a sequal.