A Turnabout in Baker Street

Chapter 1

-Let me help you with your luggage, girls.

Mrs. Hudson attempted to lift the cases from the floor but couldn't because they were too heavy.

-Oh dear, you're certainly not light travelers, are you?

-Oh, gosh, sorry Mrs. Hudson. Don't worry, we can carry them down to the apart... I mean, to the flat. –Said Ella.

-Yeah, thank you again for the lease. –Said Janelle while she carried a bag full of different types of yarn.

-No problem, dear. It's nice to have a change of neighbours around. The other ones were a bit of a damp squib. –The girls turned to see each other.– A fan of knitting, are we?

They had just moved to London, and they hadn't quite gotten used to the way the Brits talked.

-She is, not me. –Said Ella as she walked past them to the door.

They entered the building, and as they passed the stairs that led up to 221B, Mrs. Hudson sighed. The girls didn't understand anything. Finally, they got all their things into the flat. Mrs. Hudson said her goodbyes to them, and left.

-Don't you think it's kind of weird what she said, Janelle?

-About what? –She asked cluelessly.

-You never pay attention, do you?

-No, not really. –She laughed. Ella rolled her eyes.

-About the neighbors. She seemed really... I don't know. As I understand, Mrs. Hudson only rents 2 apartments. Flats, whatever. Ours and 221B. There was no one there now, though.

-I don't think it meant anything, E.

-I'm not sure about that. You know what? I'm tired. I'm still catching up on sleep after all this moving.

-I want to go to sleep. You can make your crazy theories tomorrow morning.

-You're right. We still got all week until we need to go to work. Let's embrace it. –She went to her room, walking around the boxes on the floor.– Goodnight, Jan.

-Goodnight, E.

Janelle also went to her room and shut the door.

She saw herself on her phone camera and thought that she seemed to get thinner through the past few weeks. Slowly, she began remembering how her parents were not excited about her leaving San Diego, but it didn't matter much; she never wanted to live there anyway.

She shrugged and tried to comb her hair and braid it before sleeping, but the cold London air wasn't exactly helping her wavy hair. It seemed like a black poodle.

-Oh well.

She put on her jammies and went to sleep. Suddenly, she heard Ella's door opening, followed by a few steps.

-She's not going to sleep. –She whispered, sighing.

But she did.

-Better put on the lock, we don't know the neighbors, do we? –Said Ella talking to herself.

She went back to her room and laid on her bed. She was so excited to be in a new place, to meet new people, that she couldn't sleep. The adrenaline was too much. Unlike Janelle, she was not worried about her physical appearance to go to bed.

Instead, she slipped into her sweats and tried connecting to the wi-fi of the building. It didn't work. She kept trying over and over, failing every time. Upset, she started scrolling down her previous articles in her laptop. "Man kills family for reward", "Assassins for a meal", "Double murder by a birder", and so on. She missed that job terribly. Apparently being 33 years old and addressing murders like that was not mature enough for The Sunny Diego.