darknessofjoy

You could have walked on, when Mike Stamford called you.

Just ignored him, and walked on.

Instead, you turned around. You won't question it - you won't ever wonder why you did that, won't ever question why turning around seemed so right at that very moment.

You turn around. You catch up with Mike, talk about times new and old.

And you meet this amazing, wonderful, brilliant man, who reads the book your life with barely a glance.

It's not an encounter you'll forget anytime soon, if ever.

"The name is Sherlock Holmes," he says.

And you are his Watson.