The · Words · of · Watson

Dear Kind People of London,

I am quite sorry about the long period of time since my last update, especially since so much has happened since then. I have recently been told by Sherlock that not only does he seem quite enamoured with his beau Miss Longstocking, he is, in fact, in love with her. Though not surprised by this development, I am quite happy for both of them, and wish them all the happiness in the world.

I, on the other hand, have not had a share of Sherlock's good fortune in love with Miss Bloom, the dark-haired beauty from London, though I am hopeful. She seems at least somewhat interested in me, though I cannot be sure from her behaviour alone. At times I believe that she is seeking more than friendship, however, at other times I believe that she is only being friendly. She has spoken to me numerous times, and, to be completely honest, she was the one who initiated the friendship. We had spoken several times beforehand, but she began walking alongside me on a sleuthing quest one day, engaging me in honest conversation, and we have enjoyed each other's company ever since. I do believe that it is her smile and eyes that bind me so closely to her, however, she has many other fine qualities. Her friendliness is but one of her many assets. It seems the only time we associate is though our work, however, on one autumn night as we walked back to Baker Street along a secluded, moonlit sidewalk in London it seemed the stars fused into our image and, for a brief moment, I believed that I could be in love. However, it could have also been the spicy food that I had eaten earlier in the day that produced this reaction.

Though Miss Bloom and I seem to have quite a special relationship, I have found that a Miss Minnie has also caught my eye. She is not quite as stunning as Miss Bloom, however, she seems equal to me in her humor and vivaciousness. Her many close friends seem to highlight the fact that she is an outgoing and caring individual, and she also seems more on my plane of existence, as might be inferred from the easiness with which I may converse with her, and the lack of nervousness which characterizes my behaviour whilst I am with her. In this case I seem to be wavering between thoughts of friendship and thoughts of romance, which confuse me at times.

Back to the adventures of Sherlock, I find that I am no longer in his fine company as much as I used to be. He is oftentimes out and about the city with Miss Longstocking, engaging in a tradition known as "dollar scoop night," though it is rather questionable what a dollar is and what it is a scoop of. They are also found many times to be strolling about London much in the same manner in which I have strolled with both Miss Bloom and Miss Minnie, though this leaves me alone in my sleuthing on many nights. Left to my own musings, I can do naught but think of my lack of a status in my relationships with either of the women whom I have my eye on, and this leaves me quite lonely on many nights.

Sherlock and I have made a recent discovery, however, in that the Siren Twins are in fact involved in a murderous drug ring. Upon raiding the last hotel they were supposedly residing in, various forms of drug paraphernalia were found, far too much of any of the substances for two single ladies. The possibility of them sharing their possessions with young gentlemen did cross our minds, however, we quickly nixed the idea as even so the quantities were far too large. Several disappearances near their last whereabouts did produce suspicions of murder, however, no bodies have been found as of yet.

Though, as usual, there are quite a few topics yet to be discussed about Sherlock and I, this seems an appropriate place to end this journal entry. Both Sherlock and I will be returning to our mothers' houses for the holidays, and I must say that it will be strange to be without my best friend and partner for a long period of time. Sherlock will be bringing Miss Longstocking home to meet the family, and I daresay we may be hearing the sound of wedding bells in the near future. As for me, only time will tell which of the ladies peaks my interest, or proves to be interested in me, or if another lady comes along and ensnares my heart.

With deepest regards,

Mr. Watson

Dear Kind People of London.

I say, I shall be quite surprised if anything I had thought would happen this weekend ends up going according to plan. Sherlock is to go on a trip this Saturday, and will be attempting to close the case of The Sir for now. I, on the other hand, will be left on my own to indulge in afternoon tea and crumpets, and I do fear that my lack of self-control may get the best of me.

No sign of The Siren Twins has been seen today, and we have reason to believe that they have left London. Foreign men are perhaps more appealing, or perhaps they are already through with all the bachelors of London. Einstein is similarly lost to us, as he departed as soon as he finished aiding me in the solution of "the case of the unsanitary loo" (I do believe that perhaps the Mistresses Clara or Julie may aid in some of Sherlock's housekeeping from now on) as well as The Scholar, another of our main sources for leads.

The weather is gloomy, casting light on my morose thoughts, and bringing out the introvert in me. I do believe that I shall take up a hobby such as oil painting or crossword puzzle contests. I have always had a keen interest in taking up knitting, as well. My mother always refused to teach me, however, though I cannot imagine why. The downpour is also affecting my thirst; my hot chocolate count is at about a .08, so perhaps I shall cut back for now. Well, just a dash more shan't hurt. I am a responsible drinker, though, so I shall be sure not to drink and dance.

Cheerio for now!

Mr. Watson
(Doctor John Watson)

Dear Kind People of London,

Yesterday Sherlock and I went separate ways, just for the day, as I was due to visit my dear family in the far reaches of London. My grandfather had taken ill, so I found myself at his bedside in an attempt to comfort him in his state of helplessness He seemed well, however, so I retreated to my the residence of my parents in order to have a spot of brew and biscuits.

It was refreshing to re-visit the place where I had been born - the sun seemed to shine just right, and the air was fresh and invigorating, unlike the dank air of central London. I drank the tea of my youth and ate the foods that had nourished me into the man I am today, and read a bit of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. Ah, that Darcy is one fine chap. And that dear Lizzy! Why must she torment him so!

Tonight I socialized with some old and new friends (Sherlock included) to celebrate All Hallows Eve. We danced and had a generally merry time. I do believe that Einstein had too much Vodka to drink yet again, and even Sherlock could be seen dancing unreservedly. We had a contest which Sherlock invariably won, and I, delightfully, won a scrap of paper for the loo.

On my way home I saw someone singing in the streets and I could have sworn it was Ipra, one of the Siren Twins, but for my bad eyes. She was singing something quite foreign and unbearable; the only words I could make out were, "my bologna has a first name, it's O-S-C-A-R." What she could have been singing about, I haven't the foggiest.

Goodnight all,

Mr. Watson
(Doctor John Watson)

Dear Kind People of London,

Upon waking this morn in Sherlock's parlor to an ominous, overcast sky I discovered that to my surprise, or, perhaps, following my expectations, Ipra had left the building. There was not a hair left from her head, nor was even the bowl of marshmallow popcorn to be found. I inferred that my suspicions had indeed been correct, however, her motives remain unknown. Why would she reveal herself to us and then escape? Was it a guilty conscience? A confident scheme intended to vex us? No matter the reason, I am sure that the issue of the Siren Twins will remain at the forefront of many of our sleuthings.

I am sorry to say that I do believe that our luncheon today has been canceled, at least for the time being. When I went to call on Einstein to inquire as to what time he wished to dine on some Boba, I realized that he had barricaded himself inside his home, and refused to exit. When I asked him if perchance it was something that I had done that caused me to encounter such rash behavior, he quickly replied that it was not, and implied that perhaps later would be a better time. I find myself wondering what the kind gentleman could be doing in his room, however, I do believe that he may have had one too many drinks of the Vodka the previous night. He did seem rather pained when I raised my voice to inquire as to whether his presence was available.

The issue of The Sir seems to be resolved for now, however, it seems as if the solicitor who seems to always be outside Sherlock's door is beginning to fling more and more unwanted papers on his step. Sherlock is always noting that he is going to talk to the solicitor to make it clear that he has no interest in the fliers, but he has yet to do so.

The day as of yet is young, so perhaps more information will be known in the eve.

With utmost regards,

Mr. Watson
(Doctor John Watson)

Dear Kind People of London,

It seems as if we have witnessed a breakthrough in the case of the Siren Twins tonight! One of the twins, a dark-haired, busty, young girl who gave her name as Ipra actually came to Sherlock's residence on Baker Street, claiming that she wanted to turn her sister in. She stated that her sister was having an affair with one of the men of the brothel "ARC"; a man who happened to be her former beau. This invasion of property infuriated her, and she was willing to go to any means, including incarceration, in order to serve justice to her sibling. Though quite flabbergasted by this accusation, as my mother had always taught me to hold family in the highest of respects, I listened to her story and took note of her sister's whereabouts. However, I remained suspicious when faced with such a simple solution to our case, as Ipra's story seemed rather calm and rehearsed, perhaps reflecting some plot and subsequent trickery that was being shared with the supposedly sinful sister. Much to my uncalled-for dismay, Ipra remained in the parlor of Sherlock's room, lounging by his fireplace and reading a novel.

Sherlock is currently working on the case of The Sir in his study while I entertain Ipra, which is proving to be a most daunting task, as she requires constant attention, though she should be well-entranced by her book by now. However, the night is not completely a loss, as Ipra turns out to be an excellent cook. She made a strange dessert consisting of marshmallows and popcorn, but I must admit that it was delightful. In my humble opinion, the only sweets that come close in taste are Pina Coladas and Pumpkin Pie, but, nevertheless, my sweet tooth feasted tonight.

Tomorrow Sherlock and I are to dine on an unusual dish known as Boba with one Einstein, who seems to be quite a remarkable individual. Whether our discussions will yield further results in the case of The Sir is uncertain, however, tomorrow shall be quite a day as we either unlock the mystery of the Siren Twins or fall further into confusion.

Most sincerely,

Mr. Watson
(Doctor John Watson)

Dear Kind People of London,

I am afraid that the only lead Sherlock and I have discovered is that the so-called Siren Twins are beginning to frequent a large brothel known as "The ARC." Exactly what happens inside is not as of yet apparent, however we have heard rumor that there is quite an attraction to the place, and there are many young ladies and gentlemen who frequent its musty corridors. The only evidence that leads us to believe that this is their current location is the word of one of our trusted confidantes, who admitted that their sighting of the pair was fleeting at best. Perhaps tomorrow will bring forth more evidence.

Tonight I had my supper with Sherlock yet again, and discovered that he too had decided to begin writing about our many adventures, yet he agreed that I shall do most of the chronicling. He informed me of some confusion he was dealing with in the case of The Sir, and I attempted to help him sort out his clues and intuitions. He was rather flustered as I spoke with him about the case, as he admitted to never having dealt with anything similar. The degree of covertness of The Sir and his related antics was surprising to both of us. Therefore, in relation to making any progress in either of the cases, our minds are mere sketch paper in absence of any sign of scrawl.

I find myself drifting from my work once again. There is much reading that I have yet to do - however, very soon I am sure that we will be receiving more leads and this I cannot stand to wait for. I must say that I enjoy my line of work far too much for any one man.

With utmost sincerity,

Mr. Watson
(Doctor John Watson)

Dear Kind People of London,

Today Sherlock and I embarked on a whirlwind adventure, unlike any we had experienced before. I began the day by visiting my dear friend Sherlock, and we chatted about various mysteries that we had yet to solve. I inquired as to the intricacies of his case of the The Sir, yet he admitted that the case remains somewhat unsolved. Always direct in my advice, I suggested that the mystery remain exactly that while we had our tea, which included Pumpkin Pie imported from America.

After tea, we decided to do a little bit of investigating, and visited the manor of the Mistresses Julie and Clara Le Gorde, who I noticed had plumped out a bit since the last time we had visited them. But this was no matter, as they were both just as pretty as before, and I am not one to speak of such things, especially after such a feast as I had at Sherlock's residence.

While we were there, they revealed that there was a new mystery to solve: the mystery of the Siren Twins. Self-titled, this precocious pair flies in and out of bachelors' residences, taking all they can by utilizing their powers of persuasion, and leaving without the gentlemen even noticing that anything was taken from them. The problem lies in the mystery of their whereabouts as well as their speed, for they are never in the same place twice, and once they are spotted they disappear as water evaporates into air.

I believe that this will be an interesting case, and I find myself falling back in my other work as I spend my time pondering where the Twins will strike next. I may have to consult with Sherlock, after I finish this paperwork. Well, I suppose the paperwork shall be done at a later time.

With Fondest Regards,

Mr. Watson
(Doctor John Watson)