"Oh my goodness. Sherlock Holmes." She tried to stand.
But Sherlock raised his hands.
"Please, be seated."
But you could see that he was trying to hide a faint smile.
"So what can I do for you?"
Ellanor thought very quickly.
"Should I tell him the truth? That I travelled back in time, almost 150 years? And how will I prove it to be true? It's not like I have anything to show... wait my bag?"
She was about to open her mouth when a hard knock could be heard on the door.
Sherlock who was standing closest to the door, opened it. But when he saw the man standing behind it, he felt like closing it again. Ellanors attacker.
He didn't introduce himself, instead he walked straight in leaving mud satins as he went.
"You told me she'd be better in a few days. It's been a few days."
He was talking to both Holmes and Watson.
It was Watson who replied.
"As her doctor I can tell you she is NOT in a fit state to be working."
He clutched is fists and you could tell that he wanted to beat the man down. He breathed in heavily and tried to calm himself.
"If you let me take care of her, I will send her back to you when she's better."
The man looked at Watson, then at Holmes and then at Ellanor. He walked up to her and stroke her cheek.
Ellanor hit his hand.
"Don't touch me." she spat out.
The man gave her a box on the ear.
Watson wasn't late to respond, but put himself between them.
"I think you better leave." He said between gritted teeth.
The man looked at him, turned at the spot and left.
Ellanor put her hand over her mouth. Who was that psychopath of a man?
Holmes looked at Watson.
"Follow him for me."
Then he looked at Ellanor.
"And you and me, we need to talk."