New streets [open]

[deerstalked]

*The Nexus, to a man like Holmes, is an almost irresistable opportunity. A few streets away from the famous sign, he pauses to take stock. Impossible, all of it, but as he well knows, impossible does not mean untrue. Victorian London may well have been full of holes in reality, but he had found one purely by chance, groping in a pea-souper fog so thick he could barely see his hand before his face.

Now he stands on a street intersection, keen eyes bright and alert, choosing his next steps with care*