Sherlock Holmes

Stay out of the attic.

If anything, I see a significant /decrease/ in intelligence.

*Sets out several scratched neighbors...*

....... *He lets the phone ring and answers it on the very last.* If it's not a case, I'm hanging up. @MHolmes_Gov

....The flat smells like sulfur. I don't remember having brought in any sulfur.

//I've had this account for 4 years, today. Thanks for sticking around~. <3

If I don't make it through, make sure Mrs. Hudson keeps away from my skull and John keeps away from my cigarettes.

Still no biscuits. I have entered an era that will further be referred to as The Great Biscuit Famine.

/Bored/.

-She'd pulled out her gun but, frightened and shocked, fled the scene. Simple. Aim for the right, next time, Ms. Hilken.-

-She'd fired on him sometime last week, or the week before, in the heart. Probably got quite the scare when she saw him again this morning.-

-She hurries out, confused as can be. Not everyone knew the term for having a mirrored heart. It seems Matt's is on the right of his chest.-

"I'm--I'm sorry?" Dextrocardia. Situs. Inversus. NEXT. "But--." /NEXT/.

"Last week, he followed me home after a night out with colleagues and I... I didn't know what to do. I---." Dextrocardia situs inversus.

~ night, yes? -Silence. The familiar look of surprise people wear when they've spoken very little, but told so much.- "Y-Yes, Mr. Holmes."