I am You

"Knock, knock!" I yelled as I patiently waited at the door. I took a step back to take in my surroundings. "Hmm. 221B. Trinkets in the windows...older woman. Caucasian. Mid fifties or sixties. Relatively short. Widowed." I thought. "Shit!" I exclaimed jumping as the door opened all of a sudden, causing me to spill my scorching hot tea. "Hello there,may I help ...OH NO! I DO APOLOGIZE!" Said a medium sized blonde man. He began mumbling incoherently, which obviously was due to his mistake.  "Ah yes well. Hello I'm Taylor. I'm here as Mrs. Watson's help? Please ignore my skin color as a immature cackle for the phrase "the help.""The strange man simply stood there gawking at me. Hmm. This man doesn't live alone. Brunette. Tall...Trench coat?... "Please come in. I'm so sorry, let me get Mrs. Watson." John stated stepping aside to let me in. I walk in and my eyes were fixated on these holes in the walls. "Well those are charming" I mumbled. "Oh right! We meant to tidy things up. Once again sorry." John stated. "John?!", Yelled Mrs. Watson from another room, "who is that !!!!!!?!" I haven't seen this woman since she left all of a sudden from Florida. To think no one knew of her late husbands work...!. "Hello! Oh Taylor darling! Its been a very long !! Look at you....really! What in God's name happened to your blouse love?" Asked Mrs. Watson. Of course there's no 'How was the flight?' "Its alright Mrs. Wat. Just an accident." I responded. All the while I could not get over this mystery person living in the flat. Who is he? Why isnt he here? ...and why hasn't his name been mentioned yet?...