The Little Girl

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Maria's voice:
It was the eve of our beloved Queen's Diamond Jubilee, and the year Her Majesty's government came to the very brink of disaster. She... I-I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Maria Rose Todd, and with me is Doctor David Q. Dawson, most recently of the Queen's 66th regiment. I had just returned to London after spending a few years away because of some painful memories, and while i was on my way back i met Dawson who was returning to London after a lengthy service in Afghanistan, and we were looking for a place to stay, preferably dry where we could rest and find a bit of peace. Little did I know that my life was about to change forever.

As Maria and Dawson walks through an alleyway, they pause, hearing someone crying. From inside a forgotten rain boot, they can hear someone crying. They walks over to the shoe and sees Olivia sitting on a medicine box crying softly.

Maria: Oh! Oh my! (Olivia was heard crying.) Are you all right, my dear

Olivia turns to them. Maria and Dawson comes into the rain boot.

Dawson: Come now, come, come.

Dawson removes a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and hands it to her.

Dawson: Here, dry your eyes.

Olivia takes the handkerchief and blows her nose. She gives it back to Dawson, taking a seat beside her, along with Maria and he puts it back in his pocket.

Maria: Ah, yes, that's better. Now tell me, what's troubling you, little one?

Olivia: (Sadly) I...I'm lost. I-I-I'm trying to find Basil of Baker Street.

She hands her a small newspaper clipping.
Maria: Now, let me see here...

Maria looks at the newspaper and reads the headline.

Maria: (Reading headline) "Famous detective solves baffling disappearance." Mmm, hmmm. But where are your mother and father?

Olivia: (More upset) That's why I m-m-must find Basil!

She begins to sob into her scarf.

Maria: (Calmly) There, there, there. Now, now, now. Well, I don't know any Basil...

Olivia looks at her sadly, but then Maria gives her a warm smile.

Maria: ...but I do remember where Baker Street is.

Her and Dawson's face brightens as the latter reopens his umbrella.

Maria: Now, come with me. We'll find this Basil chap together. (Turning to Dawson) Coming along Doctor?.

Dawson: (Smiling) I would be happy to my dear.

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