"Maddi! Wake up!" Wait. That wasn't Mrs.B or anything. Wha-
"Where are we!?" Grace was in a plaid flannel shirt and a grey-cardigan-thingy.
"Maddi, you're Sherlock."
"What?" I looked at my clothes. White, coat, and a scarf.
"Holy shit." I stood. "Where the others?" I pulled my phone from my coat pocket. "What is this piece of crap." 8 texts from Irene Adler.
IA: I AM IN A STRANGE ROOM
IA: IN A STRANGE BED
IA: AND I AM NAKED
IA: AND IT FEELS SO WRONG IN MY HEAD BUT SO RIGHT IN MY HEART
IA: YOU'RE THE ONLY CONTACT ON THIS DAMN PHONE
IA: AM I ALWAYS NAKED?
IA: WHERE AM I
IA: IS THAT BIG BEN AM I IN LONDON
"I'm thinking one of us is Irene Adler." my phone dinged.
IA: PLEASE GOD TELL ME YOU'RE ONE OF THE OTHERS
IA: THERE IS A PERIODIC TABLE ON THE WALL
IA: THE WALLPAPER LOOKS LIKE MARIJUANA IN THE OTHER ROOM
"They're in the other room.... upstairs."
IA: WHAT IS THIS.
IA: IT'S A RIDING CROP
IA: WHY
"We should go help." We went upstairs. "Uh, hello?"
"MADDI THANK THE LORD ARE YOU WHO I AM TEXTING."
"Yeah..."
"None of these clothes fit me." a shirt flew out the door. "Help." I wrapped my hand around the door to pass my coat in. Ethan walked out with the coat wrapped tightly around him.
"We need to find everyone else. And a department store."
"Wait, we're genderswapped right?"
"Yeah."
"WE GOTTA FIND MORAIRITY OMG."
"YASSSS."
"Wait wait wait, what?"
"Genderswapped. Sherlock Holmes. Watson. Irene."
"What the fuck."
"Not exactly sure yet. THE GAME IS AFOOT!"
