Follow-up to this.It had all come out. Though he'd been aware of the existence of the Hulk, vaguely, for some time, now he -- and everyone else -- knew the true facts of the matter. There'd been a public message, and an apology, and it was all very plain ( Read more... )

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The library was quiet, peaceful, and Watson had settled down in a comfy easy chair with a few thick books, medical texts, psychology texts, whatever had struck his fancy. He was flipping through them idly, occassionally humming in interest, or frowning. A century of medical progress was more than a little daunting at times, miles beyond what he ( Read more... )

( London without Holmes was strange, stark, empty. )

( He had hardly waited for the poor chap to finish his sentence. )

Watson's brain hadn't quite caught up with the reality of his situation. That they were in danger, he understood. That Moriarty was behind it, he grasped easily. That it was necessary to flee the country, he could not argue with even if he wasn't happy about. And it was easy to understand why he had to take this convoluted route to the station ( Read more... )

( Watson had, despite the danger, been out about town that day. )

( It had been a long, if not unrewarding day. )

( It had, for Watson, been an uncomfortable cab ride, though he was trying not to show it. )

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( Watson was, at least, as good as his word as far as his promise to treat Holmes to dinner went. )