All throughout Europe, he stops to take down another strand of the spiderweb. And every time he does, his brain throws in another catty comment from Jim.
Dear me, Mr Holmes. 4 months away from the doctor. Is he really still alive? Shocker!
Dear me, Mr Holmes. It's been a year and you still haven't take down my enterprise? I'm disappointed in you, Ordinary Sherlock, really.
Oh, Mr Holmes, too tired to fight back? He's got you chained and whipped into submission and you can't even manage a scathing comment? Thank God I killed myself before you had the opportunity to disappoint me like this. If I'd known that it would be this easy, I'd have made you mine.
Finally. 2 years, and you're finally done. About time. But here comes the real clincher, no? It's time to go home. Or should I say, it's time to go, Holmes?
This time I won't be there to welcome you back, Mr Holmes. London won't be quite the same. But good luck. Stay safe out there. Or don't. Either way, I'll see you soon.
