I was gathering my belongings, and getting ready to get off the train. The ride here to London was quite exciting, and having John as my company was very amusing. He's very friendly towards me.
John was next to me, also gathering his belongings for our exit.
"Amelia, I do wish you a safe and wonderful time in London. I'm sure we'll meet again." John said, as we walked down the hall towards the exit.
"Why thank you Doctor, but did you seem to forget that I will accompany you? Does meeting Mr. Holmes ring a bell?" I said.
"You are really set on this idea aren't you?"
"Of course! You thought I was just running off at the jibs?" We laughed together.
"Ah, but in our conversation, you didn't mention meeting him immediately after we set our feet on proper ground Amelia." John said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"That's a shame. You don't read minds?" I giggled.
"Not at all. But if you do, then you'll make good money as a entertainer." He laughed.
"Oh, how you prolong a joke. It's outrageously ridiculous." I smiled. We walked down the stairs, and exited the train.
We walked together past people, as I held my purse and luggage.
"Where to John?" I asked, looking around.
"221b Baker Street." He said. We went further from the train station, and headed to what seemed like John's car.
"Is it far?"
"Not that far, but I'm sure you'll love the scenic route." John said as he put our luggage on the back of his car.
"I'm sure I will also." I smiled.
Time skip...
I was completely enamored with London, and I only spent little time here. Everything was amazing. I couldn't believe I was going to stay here, it's a dream come true.
I looked around as I noticed John drove the car to a slow stop.
"We're here Amelia." John said, pointing towards the building we were parked in front of.
John got out, and came to my side. He helped me out the car, and I waited for him to get my luggage.
"And for you miss." He said politely, handing me my things. He then got his own luggage and began to walk up to a door.
"Well, don't rush to get in." He said sarcastically, flashing a smile.
"Oh stop John." I giggled. "I'm coming." I said, following him towards the door. The door had 221b on the front, and I felt a little nervous.
John opened the door, and we walked inside. It was quite homey, and not a bit small. It was very nice. I also heard a the sound of a beautiful violin.
"Now, please stay down here while I get him. But make yourself at home." He said, placing his luggage down.
I nodded and did the same. I also began to look around.
"Holmes!?" He shouted, as he went up the stairs.
John's POV
I went up the stairs and shouted his name again, but there was no response. His violin playing on the other hand continued.
"I know he hears me..." I said to myself as I walked up to his door.
I opened the door, and there he was. Sitting in his chair near his desk, hair looking like a madman, and clothes a tad straggly.
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