Holmes looked at her for a long time, hands pushed together, fingertips resting under his chin. Ellanor felt quite uncomfortable sitting there with her bruised face and black clothes while he studied her.

He then gave a faint sigh, stood and looked out the window, back towards the woman. His hands clasped, resting on his back.

"Is this talking according to him?" Ellanor thought. But then again, if the books had told her anything it was not to interrupt Holmes when he was thinking. She had given up on the idea that this was a joke. Her friends would be here by now if that was the case, jumping out from behind the door or chair, jellying "Surprise!" And what a surprise. "Someone beating me half to death, and it wasn't for these men, I'd be dead..." No this wasn't a joke. Somehow she had got back in time.

As Holmes didn't talk to her she thought about what she knew herself before this happened.

"I was in London with a friend. Visiting. We went to Baker Street, to the museum... then Hyde park, went to the fountain at Park lane. Then... blank... woke up here..."

"This man. James. When did you start working for him?" He still had his back towards her when he spoke.

"I don't know."

He turned around fast. Eyes piercing hers.

"You don't know, or you don't remember?" he asked sharply.

"I... I don't kn... know..."

With a sigh Holmes sat down behind his desk.

"Either the bruises makes her expression hard to read... or she don't know..." he thought.

"But please, don't make me go back. I'll do anything..."

Holmes looked at her.

"There's nothing we can do. You work for him, you're his servant."

He looked away again.

"How long have I been here? How long was I out?"

"Almost a week" he answered without looking at her.

The door opened and Watson came in.

"I lost him. Hired a cab."

Holmes sighed and rose from the chair and almost threw himself on the sofa. His expression dosed off, and just as Watson, Ellanor knew that this meant he was unreachable.

"Why did you chase him, if he said there is nothing you can do?" She spoke to Watson and pointed at Holmes.

"Unless, you tried to help me..."

Holmes smirked in his absence, but in a matter of seconds it was gone.

Watson didn't answer.

"You can leave in two days."