without you, I’m nothing
“He who performs not practical work nor makes experiments will never attain to the least degree of mastery”― Father of modern Chemistry / Al-kimiyya / Abu Musa Jabir bin Hayyan / Geber
“Shut up everybody, shut up! Don’t move, don’t speak, don’t breathe, I’m trying to think. Anderson, face the other way, you’re putting me off.”― Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock
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Feeling slightly confused as to why the man would think she was exaggerating, she let out a small breath. The confusion went away at his realization, and she nodded to his words. She didn’t blame him for his mistake, because it was an honest mistake. The confusion returned as he spoke again, and she wondered who he was addressing the remark to.She wasn’t given a chance to think about it, though, as he was now addressing her directly. “Sort of, I guess? I did go to University once I had turned 18, and I did have to leave my home in Scotland. Wasn’t exactly kicked out, but I had no money to return, with all the loans I owed.” Part of her was very unsure why she was telling the man any of this.
By now Sherlock had completely forgotten about his injury, dismissed it in favour of this new, interesting, and potentially useful girl.
"Would you go back if you could? Do you want to? Or do you enjoy it more in London?" he probed, wanting to know more about her motivations before offering her his proposition.
Unless you’re talking about space again, and wouldn’t that be dull, there’s no reason I couldn’t have been in whatever place you hope I wasn’t.
Where is it?
Oh, don’t give me that rubbish, Sherlock. You know what I meant. I’m not that big of an idiot and you as dense as all that.
Then how are you filling time. Anything I can help with?
I’m not filling my time John, that’s the point of all this. I. Am. BORED!
Help me by murdering someone and forcing me to solve it. You don’t even need to kill them all the way if you’d prefer; just a little would do it at this point.