In Conclusion

So what can I say in conclusion?

Friendship is something that is very important. Friends love each other, no matter how often they argue. Holmes and I always argue, but what close relationship doesn't have conflict?

Friends trust each other. No matter how danderous our adventures got, I always trusted Holmes would save the day. Even though we nearly got slaughtered, blown up, and destroyed by a so-called supernatural being, I knew Holmes would come through.




Friendship. It stays close no matter what it leads to.

Friends support you in everything that you do. Granted, Holmes had some hesitation in losing his partner in crime due to a marriage, but he learned to live with it. Besides, our adventures are far from over.

- Dr. John Watson

Here We Go Again

Professor Moriarty, the beginning of a new adventure.

Holmes woke up the next day. He found Irene and I sitting in two chairs across from him. I had my arm in a sling, due to the accident from the previous night. Initially, I had been sent to a doctor, but Mary felt that this doctor couldn't be trusted. Instead, I took care of the arm myself.

We were in an old motel, hiding out from the police. The reason? Holmes was now a suspect.

I sat on the bed next to Holems. Neither of us looked at each other. After a brief silence, Holmes said, "Well, I'm .... glad that you're here.... with us". An odd, but still a rather heartwarming moment.

Anyhow, Holmes, Irene, and I began work on solving the Blackwood case. Things wrapped up pretty quickly. Holmes figured that Blackwood's next place for attack was Parliament. The three of us rushed over to Parliament, and got into a fight with the large chap from the ginger midget's home.

Holmes and I read each other's minds exactly during the fight, easily bringing the giant down. Irene, however, was at her own pace. We did manage to stop Blackwood, but things didn't work out so well with Holmes and Irene.


Blackwood.

Still, my relationship with Holmes was as strong as ever. And my relationship with my wife, Mary, was just as strong. Mary and I returned to my old home to say goodbye to Holmes. We walked in his room and found him hanging from the ceiling with a hang man's noose.

I knew Holmes well enough to know he'd never do a thing like this. He's far too much in love himself. Sure enough, he hadn't. Rather, he figured out how Blackwood survived his own hanging. Blackwood had a hood attached to a harness, which was around his body. This prevented him from feeling any sort of pain in his neck. His lack of pules was thanks to a special chemical.


Just as things were wrapping up, Clarkie entered the room. He informed us that a police officer had been shot. We knew exactly who the culprit was. Professor Moriarty. No doubt the beginning of a new adventure for Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson.

- Dr. John Watson.

Nearly Slaughtered

Holmes and I made it to the factory, where we found our old friend Lord Blackwood. Blackwood had a little surprise for us. He had Holmes' old girlfriend, Irene Adler, hung on a machine that slowly brought her into a raging fire. I threw Holmes a blanket to protect himself and Irene as he helped bring her through the fire to safety.

But this was only the beginning of this mad, life-threatening event. The machine next slowly brought Irene to a slaughter blade. I got under the hanging Irene to act as a supporter, while Holmes attempted to cut her chains from the machine.

As we got closer, Holmes was able to throw some old pig's meat into the machine's motor, temporaily stopping it. As we got closer to the blade, I left the two to try to turn off the machine's valve. Holmes had everything planned out perfectly so that the machine would cut the chains just as nearly touched the blade. We jumped down and managed to pull Irene back just as her face nearly hit the blade.

I ran outside of the factory to chase after Blackwood, but tripped over some sort of string. I quickly realized this was to set off an explosion. I managed to warn Holmes and Irene just before they reached the area where the explosion began. The last thing I remember was rushing through the explosion, with a sheild made out of some old rubbish, in order to protect myself.

Through all of this, I had to trust Holmes. I had been with him so long that I felt he'd figure a way to get us all out of this mess. Looks like are friendship was strengthening again. Either way, I stayed dedicated to my old friend throughout this event.

- Dr. John Watson

The Old Chap

One evening, Holmes came into my room. Seeing as I would no longer be using that room, he asked permission to take it. I agreed, but should have known what he was up to. He had some policemen bring in a dead body--the body of the man who tried to kill me back at the ginger midget's home.

I sort of looked at the body, and thanked Holmes for taking care of that man. Holmes looked at the floor, and I at Holmes, then back at the body. We were both silent. Then Holmes began speaking again, and inspected the body for clues. While I was getting some things out of a cabinet, I couldn't help but turn my head back at Holmes' work. He caught me, and I immediately looked back into the cabinet.

As Holmes continued to inspect the body, I took occassional quick glances back at him. I wanted to keep going on with my own affairs, but the work Holmes was doing kept fascinating me. It almost made me want to return to being his righthand man.


One has to decide whether to fix problems in a friendship.

Holmes began to guess where the case my lead to next. I said, "Nine Elms". Holmes replied, "I wondered". He then tried to change the subject, asking me if I knew where he put the Lords Register of members' interests. I told him it was on the stepladder. He silently went to the ladder, while I quickly inspected the body before Holmes returned.

I was too interested in the work, that I barely noticed his return. He began talking again, while I suggested that Nine Elms might be a factory by a river. Holmes suddenly seemed interested in what I had to say. I got away from the body, and tried to change the subject, asking Holmes if he knew where I had left my rugby ball.

Holmes discovered that I my assumption was correct. The case was leading to Nine Elms, a factory by the river. "This should lead us right to Blackwood", he said to me. "Not us", I said seriously. "You". Holmes hesitatingly left, saying that "us" was a figure of speech. But after he left, I noticed his pistol was lying on the table. Not surprising. He left it there in an attempt to get me to follow him.

Sometimes relationships can be strained. One has to decide whether to fix these problems, or let them be. And I had to make that choice.

- Dr. John Watson

The Mystery Continues

A mysterious man, indeed.

Holmes (disguised, in order to rid himself of unwanted attention) and I arrived at the graveyard. Lestrade found it hard to believe that Blackwood had actually died. But I pronounced the man dead myself, and he had no pulse. After the coffin was brought into the light, we opened it and found inside not Blackwood, but a ginger midget.

Holmes began checking the midget's body out, and I loyally followed. Afterwards, we left, and I asked Holmes if he truly believed Blackwood rose from the dead. Holmes replied, "the question is not if but how. The game's afoot".

While Holmes and I walked through town, discussing the case, we came upon a Gypsy woman who attempted to read my fortune. She said that it involved Mary. First she spoke of two brothers, "not in blood, but in bond". Then she spoke of Mary becoming a fat, hideous creature. This was no doubt one of Holmes' schemes to sabatoge my relationship with Mary.

But no matter. I was off to have tea with Mary and her parents. To make things better, I had finally found the perfect ring for her. But as Holmes left to inspect Blackwood's house on his own, something told me to follow him. At least for a few minutes. Nevertheless, he seemed glad to have someone that he could thoroughly rely on with him.


Holmes searching.

As we searched the home, we deciphered that Blackwood was attempting some odd experimentation with sorcery and science. Holmes figured that Irene Adler had paid a visit, based on the smell of her perfume.

But that smells was soon replaced with another. The smell of ginger apples. Two shabby looking men had entered, and were soon joined by a much larger man. Needless to say, another fight broke out. I took on the two shabby gentelmen, while Holmes cleverly fought off the larger one. Unfortunately, I lost my ring in the process of all of this.


We spent the night in jail, where I consulted my notes of the previous adventures Holmes and I had. It led me to one conclusion: I was psycologically damaged. Why else would I allow Holmes to lead me on these ridiculous, life-threatening cases, and leave behind Mary? I was not at all happy with the fact that Holmes had prevented me from having tea with Mary and her parents. But thankfully, she understood. Mary posted my bond, and I bitterly left Holmes on his own.

Maybe not a loyal decision, but Holmes can fend for himself. Still, it angered me that he would try to ruin my future marriage. Sometimes it's hard to figure out why friends do certain things. Especially when that friend is Sherlock Holmes. Whatever the case, maybe he had a good reason for doing what he did.

- Dr. John Watson.

But Still...

Naturally I was upset with Holmes. He had no reason to treat Mary or I the way he did. The next day, he and I traveled downtown the jailhouse. Lord Blackwood's last wish was to see Holmes. On our way there, Holmes behaved in his usual rude manner. So rude was he that I had to refrain from punching him.

He talked about how he had made my usual wager at the boxing match the previous night (I did not want to attend, after our little incident with Mary), and how he was going to keep it safely locked away along with the rest of my pay. I was totally silent this entire time, and he took notice of it. He made his usual cracks, and then I just let loose. I gave him that good punch that I had been holding in all along. Holmes didn't seem to take it all that seriously. That's Holmes for you.

Then we got into an argument over my waistcoat. He snatched it away from me, and reminded me how he had told me time and time again to get rid of it. I fought back for it, and eventually wound up throwing it out of the window of our coach. This made us both smile.

The next day, Holmes had had an intruder in his room. His former American girlfriend Irene Adler. For Holmes' well-being, I wanted to know why she was coming back into Holmes' life. But first, we had bigger fish to fry. We were told that Blackwood had apparently raised from the dead. I had trouble believing this, as I had pronounced the man dead myself. Nevertheless, Holmes found the case intriguing.

Before our friend Clarkie told us the bad news, he merely stated that Inspector Lestrade needed our help. "Lost his way to Scotland Yard, has he?", Holmes cracked. This made us both smile.

Yes, despite our arguments, we still have our little fun moments. It just go to show you that no matter how often friends butt heads, they still remain friends at the end of the day.

- Dr. John Watson

Strained Friendship

Sometimes, Holmes can be quite a difficult man to live with, much less work with. As I recall, Holmes spent the first two weeks after the Blackwood case locked in his dark room. He had some of the strangest habits, such as shooting bullets at the wall. This no doubt drew attention. Our visitors seemed to think Holmes was going mad. I just felt that he needed a new case.

Holmes was ruining himself. He had not changed his clothes, shaved, or bathed in quite some time, and had a rather odd fear of light. As his doctor, nay, as his friend, I advised him to search for a new case. I also wanted Holmes to meet my fiancé, Mary. Naturally, Holmes was far from willing.


Mary and I 

That evening, Mary and I arrived at the restaurant where we were to meet Holmes. Sure enough, there he was (fashionably early) with his eyes closed. Evidently pondering his surroundings. I was praying that tonight would go well, and Holmes wouldn't embarrass me. I explained that Mary was an avid reader of detective novels. Naturally, it was an honor for her to meet Holmes. That's what worried me. Especially when she asked Holmes to use his skills on her.

Holmes behaved very rudely. He implied that Mary's previous engagement was broken off. Truth be told, Mary's former lover actually passed on. Needless to say, Mary was upset with Holmes' behavior, and left the restaurant in tears.

Sometimes it's hard to put up with difficult people like Holmes. Still, you have to try to make the best of it. After all, loyalty (in addition to trust) makes a strong friendship. And no matter how hard it is to be in the same room as Holmes, I still have to remain loyal to him. After all, he is my good friend.

- Dr. John Watson.