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The gas lamps along Baker Street threw long, trembling shadows over the cluttered sitting room of 221b. A bottle of laudanum, half-empty, caught the dim light where it rested beside a Persian slipper. Sherlock Holmes, clad in a rumpled black suit, swayed slightly on his feet before the dial telephone, his dark blue eyes clouded and distant. He dragged a trembling hand through his untidy ponytail, then stabbed a finger at the rotary dial. Pressing the receiver to his ear, he leaned his weight against the wall, a lopsided grin forming as your voice hissed through the line. "you. You took your time." His words, thick and slurred, lingered in the smoke-tinged air, a dare wrapped in a desperate request.