Cambridge, England 1891
"Oh Amelia, my darling child. I can't believe you are leaving so soon." My mother, Diana, said as she pulled me into a large hug.
We were at the train terminal, getting ready for my departure. The train I would soon be boarding was just a few feet behind me. People were rushing to set foot on the train.
"Mum I can't breathe!" I said, letting out a giggle as I returned the hug.
"Sorry." She smiled, and looked at me.
"Mum, I'll be fine. London is only 50 miles North, I'll be sure to write you." I assured, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"50 miles! It gives me all more reason to worry about my little one."
"I never knew being 25 would make me considered as a little one."
"You, my dear, will always be my little one no matter how gray your hair may become."
I smiled, and we jumped at the sound of the train whistle.
"I must be going." I said, wrapping my mother in another hug.
I then grabbed my luggage and headed for the train.
"Safe travels! And please don't forget to write me!" My mother shouted. I looked back and gave a smile.
"I won't forget mum!" I shouted back. I boarded the train and headed to the first class cart.
"Excuse me, pardon me." I said, weaving through the other wealthy rich man and women to get to the other side.
I looked down at my ticket, and reminded myself of my place here.
First class- Cart 1, Section 4
I looked back up and repeated those words in my head. I noticed I was only at section 2, so I needed to move further.
I eventually made it to my desired section.
The train was quite crowded, but I would expect nothing less from such a well known train. It was absolutely luxurious.
I placed my luggage in the holders, and took my seat near the window. I had a whole section to myself.
I saw my mother still standing in the same spot that I had left her. I tapped the glass, and that seemed to get her attention.
I began to wave to her before the train set off, and she did the same.
I truly was going to miss my mother, and the rest of my family. My friends, and my sense of home.
But I have to get on with it. I knew this is what my father would've encouraged. He would be so proud knowing his daughter is pursuing his dream.
Detective work in Cambridge was a wonderful start, but I'm sure my work can truly blossom in London.
"Excuse me miss." I heard a man's voice say. I looked up, and met eyes with a fairly tall man with a top hat, with a brown mustache. He was dressed very well, and carried a cane.
"Yes?" I said.
"Would you mind if I joined you in your section? Seems as though some lads took my seat... I really don't want to start a fuss." He said.
"Oh, um... No problem, you may sit." I said, putting on a gentle smile.
"Thank you." He smiled, and put his luggage down.
"Dr. Watson, John Watson." The man took off his right hand glove, and extended his hand for a shake.
I took off my white lace glove, stood up, then shook his hand.
"Amelia Lockhart." I smiled.
"Beautiful name." We sat down, and he sat in the seat that was in front of me.
"May I ask where you are headed?" John asked.
"London actually, and you?" I responded.
"Same as you." He smiled. "I'm sorry if I seem sudden, but what is your reason for your journey to London?"
"It's fine really, I don't mind your company." I assured. "But I'm heading to London for a chance to work more closely and sharpen my detective skills."
"Detective?" John said with wide eyes.
"Yes... I'm sorry, is something wrong?" I gave a confused look.
"No, not at all. It's just-- I work alongside a detective, and I found it quite amusing you'd say that."
"And who is this detective?" I asked.
"Sherlock Holmes. Have you ever heard of him?"
"Well, I'm from a small part of Cambridge... We don't get alot of information on individuals from other places."
"That's rather odd..." He furrowed his eyebrows.
"Does he have famous work?"
"Not just his work, he's famous also by his name. An expert at deduction... he can solve any case you'd give him." He assured.
"Then I wish to meet this man if you claim he is so." I said, completely interested in the topic.
"I'm afraid it's not that easy--"
"Well, I'm sure of it. I now know you, and you know him, let alone work with this Mr. Holmes. Where do you find the difficulty?" I said, tilting my head to the side.
"You do have a slight point..."
"Slight?"
"75% point."
"More like 100%." I said. John gave in and nodded. "This is all I wish. I wish to meet Mr. Holmes, and speak about detective work with him. And with that, I'll be gone."
"That's it?"
"It is all." I nodded.
"Very well. I will help you, but don't be surprised if he doesn't have time, or--"
"Dr. Watson, I have full confidence he may spare a minute or two." I said, giving a light smile. John nodded, then it became silent in our section. Then he spoke.
"And please, call me John." He assured. I nodded, and I looked back out the window. The train was moving quickly, and I knew I'll be in London in no time.
Here marks my beginning...
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