The Last MessageJohn opened the door to 221B Baker Street for the first time in a week. Seven days he had been dead for seven days. John had one bag with him; it contained only a few shirts, a jumper, trousers, and his toothbrush. He set it down and looked around.He had never understood what made a person want to live where a dead loved one had. It had seemed depressing, terrible, heart-breaking. Now, standing there, having tried to live somewhere else, he knew why people lingered. Here was where Sherlock had lived. His chemistry glassware was in boxes, but it was still here, and it still belonged to Sherlock. The skull was still on the mantel
Next time I'm near Amarillo (I live in Austin) I'll have to look for that.
And if it's not, I'll put it back.
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I BELIEVE IN SHERLOCK HOLMES