"We are going to be undercover in a drug den for a month" he said quietly as we walked down Baker Street. "Are you barking mad?" I shout-whispered frantically. "You wanted to be on a case, you agreed to this." "I didn't agree to a drug den!" "You're so much like your father" he replied with pain in his voice. "He used to say that I was so much like you.." I whispered "Don't be daft you'll never be as bright as the great Sherlock Holmes!" He said triumphantly, I rolled my eyes and he grabbed my arm and led me into an alleyway that had the most frightening resemblance to the one Watson was shot in. "Here" he whispered giving me a packet of what seemed like pills, weed, LSD and a pipe. "I need you to act for me, sweetheart. I'm counting on you." He said stiffly, did he just call me sweetheart? Sherlock lifted what was supposedly a sewer covering but instead warm light flooded out of the ground and voices echoed. I slowly lowered myself down the hole and suddenly Alice in Wonderland came into mind. It makes sense too since I have LSD in my back pocket. "What do we got here" a rough looking man cackled as I landed in the room of what seems like a parallel universe. "What appalling language" I hear Sherlock grunt only audible to me. "I'm here to have my fair go" I said, faking the man's accent. I took the packet of drugs out of my pocket and smacked it on the table. "Can me and my..." I looked at Sherlock frantically. "Brother, stay in your humble abode" The man looked at my load and nodded "Y'all gonna have to split the cannabis if ya want to live here." He murmured and I did what he asked. I grabbed Sherlock's arm and we walked around what seemed like an underground fairyland, except more adult like. With sex, drugs and rock and roll music echoing everywhere throughout this world. "Brother? Really?! I'm your father!" Sherlock exclaimed "Which father and daughter would go together to a drug den?!" I whisper screamed, "also, dad said we look like brother and sister and he said to use that as a cover up just in case M-" "Don't you dare say that name." Sherlock interrupted with hell's gleam in his eyes. "That sick monster blew his brains out, we all know that." "I doubt he did" I argued "I saw the whole damn thing!" He shouted "Just like dad saw you leap off a building?" "You're heartless, Scarlet Holmes." "As are you, Sherlock Holmes" I snarled.