When she opened her eyes she didn't know where she was or how long she's been asleep. The last thing she could remember was falling backwards and hitting water - the fountain!?
She sat up very quickly, making her head spin and ribs hurt; feeling sick. She was in a room she didn't recognize, it was small but tidy. The door leading out of the room was almost shut but she could see light creeping in under it. Voices could be heard from the other room, low, but definitely belonging to men.
When she tried to stand the bed made a creaking noise and the voices outside fell silent. A few seconds later the door opened and a man came in.
"Oh it's good to see you up and about again" he said with a smile. "I lay your clothes on the chair, if you need any help I'd be happy to call for Mrs. Hudson."
The woman looked down at her body when she heard the word clothes. She was dressed in a too large nightgown.
"Where am I?" she stuttered.
"At 221 B Baker Street. You're safe here" the man answered.
221 B Baker street... but that is where...
"Who are you?" she finally asked.
The man smiled.
"I'm Dr. John Watson mam."
Her jaw dropped.
"But, but. That's impossible." She blurred out.
Watson laughed.
"And why is that?"
"Well, because you've been dead for around 100 years"
He wrinkled his eyebrows.
"You are sure that you are okay?"
"Yes, except my head hurts and my ribs are trying to kill me. What year is it?"
"1890" he answered with a confused look.