The solution for the bed problem was to ask Mrs. Huddson for the spare bed in the attic. It was a bit damp and made squeaking noises every time Sherlock changed position. Because even though she had explained to Holmes that was happy to give his room back to him, he simply waved it off with his hand and said that he'd never heard about such thing. So Ellanor still had the tidy little room that belonged to the most famous detective of all time.

The day after she had got her bag back Sarah knocked on the door. Ellnor was very pleased to see her.

"It is so good to see you Sarah. You got my telegram? Please come in"

Sherlock was out for the day taking Watson with him, so Ellanor was alone at the apartment at 221B Baker Street.

Sarah smiled and they hugged as soon as Ellanor had closed the door.

"It is very good to see you again too Ella."

Sarah always called her by that moniker, at first Ellanor didn't listen to it. No-one she knew called her by that name. It took some time to get used to it, but now Ella was as obvious as daybreak.

"Yes, I got the telegram, I am very sorry that I did not answer, but I am here now. Shall we leave?"

Ellanor nodded, grabbed her purse and they left the apartment.

Shopping for clothes in the 1890's was not an easy task. Ellanor was used to the 21'st century shops where you go in, try it on, pay and you're done. This was much more time consuming. The first stop was the dressmaker. The man behind the counter was a young apprentice, not much older than Ellanor herself. When they walked into the shop he looked up from behind a dark plum coloured dress and studied them both with his light brown eyes.

"May I help you?" he asked.

"Yes, my friend is looking for a new dress. And we heard that you are the best in town. Where is Mr. Johnson?" Sarah replayed. Ellanor looked at her with a faint smile. If someone knew how to butter a man up it was her.

The young apprentice smiled and laid down the plum dress on the counter.

"My Master is not in for the moment. May I be at your service instead?"

"May I ask your name?" Sarah said while studying him.

"I am Mr. Johnson's son and apprentice, Benjamin." He replied and bowed his head ever so slightly.

The women looked at him, gave each other a quick glance and then nodded. Ellanor were asked to go behind a blind and get undressed so he could take her measurement. She did what she was asked to do, when a flash of horror struck her. "My underwear… oh my… what shall I do… er…"

Benjamin took out his measuring tape.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Well…" she stammered. "I might need some help…"

Sarah understood the hint and walked behind the blind where she saw Ellanor stand in her 21'st century underwear. Her jaw dropped and she looked up at her friend.

"What is that?" she asked quietly.

"My underwear… but I can't look like this in front of him." She whispered back.

Sarah looked at her for a couple of minutes. She then turned to the dressmaker.

"Do you also have any corsets and breeches? And do you mind taking her measurements in those?"

Benjamin looked at her in confusion.

"Yes…" he said after a moment's hesitation. "One moment Mam…" he disappeared behind the curtains and after a couple of minutes he was back, giving the undergarment to Sarah. A moment later Ellanor was ready to know her size, so Benjamin started to measure her torso, waist and hips. When he came to measure around the breasts Ellanor blushed, from her neck to her ears. Not glowing red, but more of a subtle pink.

The man wrote something down and 15 minutes later they were all done. She was shown a book where the dresses were drawn and she picked out two day dresses, two evening dresses, one tea dress, two long coats, three scarfs and some underwear. It took some time because Ellanor always thought that they were covering up too much or had a strange bulk at the bum.

"I have a question. Do you think it is possible to make this (she pointed at the top of the dress) as a jacket instead? And then make a corset in the same fabric as the bottom? I mean, so it is in two pieces…"

Benjamin looked at her with narrow eyes.

"Yes, I suppose, if you choose the right fabric. Is it for all of the dresses?"

"Well, yes… What kind of fabrics do you have?" Ellanor asked.

"Follow me mam" Benjamin said and showed her the samples, which were in a small room in the back of the shop.

"Oh, Ellanor, this one is beautiful." Sarah exclaimed and held out velvet in chocolate brown.

Ellanor looked at it with wrinkled eyebrows.

"Are you fuc… are you pulling my legs?" she dodged that bullet.

Sarah looked a bit hurt at her and let the piece of fabric slip from her fingers.

"Well, yes… it is your dress." She said quietly and took a step back, letting Ellanor engulf the colour burst in the small room that was the fabric storage.

When she came out of the dressmaker almost three hours had past. Besides ordering the new clothing she had gotten some neat second hand dresses so she could change immediately when she got back to Baker Street. After the dressmaker it was off the hat maker and after that the shoe maker.

When she got back to the apartment she lowered herself onto the sofa with a high sigh.

Both Holmes and Watson looked up at her from behind the newspapers.

"Tired?" Watson asked with a smile.

"Exhauste-e-ed. She tried to stifle a yawn but failed. "But I really need to show you one of my new dresses."

Before they could object she had disappeared into the bedroom to change. 20 minutes later she re-entered the living room where Watson and Holmes now had taken refuge to the lounge area.

"So what do you think?"

The dress she showed them was a simple dress in a flowery, light, flowing material. It was sown with different layers, at its thinnest; only one layer making it transparent. It had ¾ sleeves and little ruffles over the chest. Around the waist the dress was sown in even more tiny layers, making it hugging the female body. For that time, a very simple dress, but it fitted her perfectly. Her hair, which she had let hang loose, glistened like gold from the candles.

Both Holmes and Watson were dumbstruck, just looking at her with their mouths slightly ajar. The first one of them to break the silence was Sherlock.

"You look absolutely stunning." He said while gazing at her.