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"Thank goodness you aren't." Sherlock stated in a mumble, "The woman was far too strict." He walked behind Watson as they headed toward the crime scene but soon, he drifted further apart from him.

"Do hurry along Holmes, goodness you're like a child." Watson sighed and looked back to Sherlock who was looking around gormlessly at the London city sights, or there lack of. He stopped in his tracks and sighed, "Come on, stop daydreaming, we're probably quite far behind on this case as it is." he said firmly and then continued walking. "We'll take this alleyway, it'll be a short cut."

"Alright if you insist Watson." Sherlock sighed, hurrying his pace to keep up with the taller man. He really did wish he had dressed more warmly for the day because even though it was spring - Sherlock could see his breath curling up into the chilled biting wind. Even if not a scarf or an extra pair of socks, he would be most greatful for a piar of thick gloves, his fingers were begining to go numb as a result so he shoved them in his pocket, looking most ungentlemanly.

Watson lead the way and the two were soon half way through the slim alleyway when Watson spotted a young boy (Isabelle) scrimping around some rotten food or something other that was creating such a ghastly smell. "Excuse me my young fellow, but are you looking for something in particular?" he asked in a genuine but firm tone, "These alleyways are rather dangerous at this time."