Darkshadowolf

     Watson walked down the street, cane in hand, towards his former home. It had been 3 months since he had moved out to live with his wife and he had finally given in to the whining of his former partner. He was going to visit Holmes for a week. He walked up the steps of the building and rang the doorbell. He waited a good 5 minutes and no one had answered. He sighed. Holmes must have given the servants a break, either that or they finally got sick of him and left. Watson was not sure which one. He opened the door with a harrumph, Holmes could have troubled himself to leave his room to open the door for his friend that he had begged to come