But there can be no grave for Sherlock Holmes or Doctor Watson. Shall they not always live in Baker Street? Are
they not there this moment, as one writes? Outside, the hansoms rattle
through the rain, and Moriarty plans his latest devilry. Within, the
sea-coal flames upon the hearth and Holmes and Watson take their
well-won case…
you guys know i love my boy steve, but there are some things i can’t let him off the hook for, like breaking jonathan’s camera, calling nancy a slut, and deciding that the best way to decorate his bedroom was like this
