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Center page: The Empty House

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It was in the spring of the year 1894 that all London was interested and the fashionable world dismayed, by the murder of the Honourable Ronald Adair--the prat had it coming.

As per usual the public was only given a few slivers of information--given Lestrade's tight hold on any sort of case, he didn't give out too many details but enough to make the people believe the crime had been solved. Government officials managed to force me to stay quiet upon the true details. I'm not entirely sure how long that'll take. I can run my mouth pretty quickly if I damn well felt like it.

And of course there's the issue of a less educated air of my writing. It has to be because Holmes and the hiatus of writing in general.

Picking up pencils is not an easy business when you've gone off the deep end my friends.

The crime was...interesting as they always are. Why else would I write about it if it wasn't for some sort of aspect of it that caught my eye. In Holmes' absence--and I say that like he had a choice but who knows, perhaps he did and I was not informed--I managed to retain his teachings on deduction.

It would have been nice if I had the power to see into the future because then maybe this wouldn't be marked as the stepping stone of my greatest and utterly inconceivably baffled emotions in any of my adventures that I've managed to record through script.

I can't decide if I wish to lie to all my readers or not about the following events.

The truth holds nothing but rushing torment, resentment and utterly shattering heartbreak yet such a throbbing relief that there are no words to describe my emotions at the time.

I wanted to kiss him when he revealed himself. Years of education, proper etiquette and the pressing matter of remembering that it is most definitely not okay to so such in our society kept me from expressing myself in such a way.

I see now, why I'm so incomprehensibly immovable on my position to discontinue my seething and resentment for his chipper mood and sudden revitalizing presence.

For now I will lie and say that I felt utmost joy, amazement and other positive feelings one gets for someone so ineffably perfect and yet clearly insane.

And perhaps it's too early to be writing about him again. I mean, of course he told me with the foremost thought in my mind should be that I not write about his arrival, I believe it is my duty to tell the audience that he has risen like the good Christian messiah some of you believe in. I find that whether he wants me too or not, I'm going to do it anyway because this is some sort of childish payback I have accumulated to bring into the presence of myself and my writing.

I have a better plan I simply haven't thought of it just yet.