The End of the Beginning

My name is Dr. John Watson. I'm usually more of a reader than a writer, but I suddenly felt the urge to share some of my adventures. In these adventures, I joined my good friend Sherlock Holmes. Holmes has always been a rather eccentric man, though certainly never dull to be around. His attention to even the smallest of details or flaws in just about anything imaginable made him the perfect choice as a consultant for the police.

Much to my surprise, he eventually was chosen to work for the police. I say this because while Holmes is quite intelligent, he also has a rather nasty habit of forgetting. Even on his first case, he forgot his rifle. I had to be sure to catch up with him before it was too late. Thankfully, I arrived at the alley that Holmes was investigating just in the knick of time.

Trust is a key to keeping friendships strong.

Just as I arrived, Holmes was about to be chocked by a large man that had been sneaking behind him. I jumped in and chocked the man, saving Holmes' life. But that first adventure became more chaotic when a group of large men showed up. Holmes and I took care of the lot of them, just as Inspector Lestrade arrived. This would become a recurring event in most of our adventures.

One particular case that comes to mind is one involving Lord Blackwood. It began on a cold night, as Holmes and I were asked to inspect an old building. By the time that I arrived, Holmes was already in trouble. The usual routine of me chocking a thuggish gent, handing Holmes is gun, and fighting off of group of criminals occured.

Meanwhile, a dark figure dressed in a black cloak was quietly chanting some sort of spell to a young lady. The lady was laying on her back on an old coffin. It appears that this dark figure was somehow causing the lady to stab herself with a knife. Luckily, Holmes stepped in just before the task could be finished.

We quickly learned who this dark figure was. Lord Blackwood. I was about to charge at Blackwood, but was stopped by Holmes at the last second. As it just so happens, Blackwood had a small, glass, almost invisible sword pointed right at me. Had I had gone any further, I probably would have lost part of my face. Thanks to my trust in Holmes, I was saved.

Lord Blackwood, one of our biggest cases.

That's one of the great things about Holmes. No matter how difficult he may be, you can still trust him. And I feel that trust is one of the most crucial aspects to keeping a friendship strong. It's certainly helped keep my friendship with Holmes strong.

- Dr. John Watson