Was she hearing that correctly? But she thought that it must be some of her friends pulling a joke. Travelling back in time to 1890, that's impossible - right? She decided to play along.

"Yea, I must have taken a load of beating." She tried to smile as the memory from the attack became clear.

"Maybe I should get dressed?"

Watson nodded.

"I'll get Mrs. Hudson."

As he left, she was all alone. Her mind started to spin and questions just spurted out of her. It all stopped when she saw the mirror.

With quite some difficulty she managed to stand up. Small steps took her closer to the mirror standing on the make-up table.

"Make-up table?"

She gasped when she saw her own reflection.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed.

What was looking back at her was not a pretty site. Her nose was swollen, probably broken. The colour around her eyes were dark blue, almost back. She saw that she had been cut by a sharp object just above her cheekbones. She also had cuts and bruises all over her arms and legs, not to mention the rest of her face.

"Damn..." she said with a low voice as she touched her cheeks. "If this is make-up, why does it hurt?"

The door opened and a woman walked in. When she saw the beaten up woman she stopped.

"Oh hello dear, I'm Mrs. Hudson. And your name is?"

"E... Ellanor."

"Nice to see you up and moving again." She said with a smile.
She then looked at Ellanors clothes hanging on the chair.

"Shall we get you dressed?"

Ellanor was about to object, that she could manage fine by herself. But Mrs. Hudson had already started to tug at her nightgown, and when she, Ellanor, tried to lift her arm, she inhaled quickly as the pain in her ribs hit her.

"Don't be silly dear. Just stand still and I'll help you."

When she opened the door to the living room she had to squint her eyes because of the light flooding the quite large area.

Watson was quick to draw a curtain over one of them.

"Thanks." Ellanor replied and opened her eyes again.

Her clothes were simple and black, but clean.

"Did you wash them?" She looked at Mrs. Hudson.

"No the maid did that." She smiled.

Ellanor nodded faintly and looked at Watson.

"I remember it being two men?"

As Mrs. Hudson left Watson made a gesture for her to sit down in an armchair opposite him, which she did.

"Ah, yes. The other man, who was so kind to lend you his bedroom, is Sherlock Holmes."

The colour in Ellanors face faded.

"THE Sherlock Holmes" She thought and for a second or two she forgot about she thinking it was a joke.

"The famous detective?" she finally asked.

"So you've heard about him?" Watson asked with a smile.

"Heard about him? I've read all the stories, I know the lines, the killers, everything!" She blurred out before she realised what she had said.

And for the second time in under an hour, Watson looked bewildered at her.

"Sorry?"

"Er... nothing, I must have been thinking about someone else."

Watson wrinkled his eyebrows.

"Hmm..."

"Where is he anyway? I need to thank him. And you of course. You saved my life!" She stood and walked over to Watson and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. He blushed. As she sat down again, with some difficulty, she remembered the cuts on her face. "Is this your handy work?" pointing at the cuts on her cheeks.

"Yes, I had to cut your bruises open to let the blood out and release some pressure, in worst case you could have lost your eyesight. And Holmes I have no idea what so ever where he can be. He just muttered something and he was off."

A thought had been growing in Ellanors mind, and now she had to talk to someone about it. If Watson was as nice and clever as he was in the stories, then he was a great man to talk to.

"Er... Watson. I need to come clean. I have no idea how I ended up in this part of town, what year it is before you told me. And I have no idea what I have been doing with my life since up to this point. And... I think I might need some help solving this."

Watson cleared his throat.

"First of all, please call me John. And second, I'm not sure I am the right man to talk to. What I can tell you is that by your clothes you are working as a maid."

"How very observant of you" a man said behind them.

Ellanor turned her head and looked at the man. What she saw, made her inhale very quickly threw her nose. Because there he was.

"Sherlock Holmes, at your service." He said with a smile.