《The Seven-per-cent Delusion》
Lose an arm. Laugh your head off. Get high. "Holmes, you promised me Never to touch those drugs again!" My dear Watson, does a promise still count If you never existed in the first place? All we are All we could ever be Are shadows on a yellowed page Dancing to the melody of whims And yet I I cannot bare how much I miss you
(right arm and eye referencing holmes' disastrous battle with sigurd in lostbelt 2)















