We’re fine, thank you. Bit antsy, but good.
Yes. Harriet knows because I told her a few months ago.
You still haven’t lived that one down yet.
My guess is that I never will, but I did help with the drinking habit, if I do say so myself.
A bit. She still goes to the pub.
Not as often. Honey bees are my preferred type.
He wants to raise them when we’re older and can’t run around London.
Granted. Memories can be found here. As for the one that kept me grounded, it was of John’s voice. After I had fallen, I heard what he had said and tended to replay the scene in my mind when needed.
Really?
Yes. Problem?
Not at all.
I hardly believe it would be worth my time. Organizing John’s clothing for work by color is far more interesting, Jim.
Boring.
Ring me if you have something worth thought over, otherwise don’t bother at all.
Love to.
The fans are getting very creative in ways to be creepy.
I’m not so sure if this was a “fan”, John.
Then…?
Give me a moment.
It’s a very logical idea, yes, but I’m afraid that, although we are very similar, we are also very different. You seem to think that Moriarty had no one… not even a “friend” - but he did. His name was Sebastian Moran and I killed him. I have a feeling Moriarty’s relationship with Moran was similar in some way to John and mine’s. So, it seems, we were very alike, but I assure you that without this “support network” I have I would have been more..hmm..reckless. I probably be dead at this moment.
I’m positive Moriarty did not have a big brother nosing into everything, but from what you say he has found his ‘John’. I think very well that Sherlock could have ended up tragically without Mrs. Hudson and I (and others, of course) and I must agree with his statement about being dead without us. However, as alike both men were, Sherlock could never reach Moriarty’s height- he doesn’t have it in him.
Great - So now you’ve made me look weak!
It was a compliment, Sherlock.
Not the way I say it.
It was. Finish your toast and we’ll go to the Yard.
I’m glaring at you from the kitchen.
Obviously.
You are entirely correct with everything you said and I’m not denying this. But the aspect is: Moriarty is dead. And yes, although I’m sure there are similar like him out there making plans to kill or capitate or strangle us, this blog may give them information… but so may our his personal one, for he gives off much of the same information (however he tries to have the entries pertaining to cases and only cases). I assure you that if we do attract any more psychopaths it would be fairly entertaining. But John told me from the kitchen that it is a personal opinion. Apparently it is just our own perception on how we look at things. A new case would be interesting- I’m tired of brothers and sisters killing themselves for their (recently) deceased parent’s belongings.
A spider.
But why Harry Potter?
A reference to Moriarty? Either way it’s trivial.
Yes, clearly. You cannot shoot yourself in the head and survive it (Jumping off a building, on the contrary, is a different matter obviously).
You’re not lying, right?
Certainly. If I was I assure you now that I would still be ‘dead’ myself.
Are we going to Angelo’s later?
If you wish to. I won’t be eating. Your choice.
Sure. I call in for a reservation. How fast do you think you’ll solve this case?
Two days at the most. Why?
Just wondering.
No logical person ever does that. Explain. Now.
Logical? You think I’m logical?
Yes, of course.
Did you hear about the Duchess of Cambridge?
It’s too trivial. Stop changing the subject.
Never mind.
I won’t give up this easily, John, do keep that in mind.
Although I am not inclined to describe much of the information, the most challenging ‘case’ was hunting down Moriarty’s men after both he and I had 'died’.
Any of them are quite fascinating to blog about. Possibly the first one due to the fact that it was all a thrill being there and doing such things for the first time with him.
Let’s go.
I had to reply!
Yes, yes. The cab is waiting.
Fine. Get in.
Thank you. Tell the driver the bomber’s address.
Sure.