I wake up. My eyes are focused on the cold city of London. Through my window I see people running, through the puddles and the rain. I think I'll stay at home today, actually like every day.
People call me antisocial. But I need to be alone to think and enter my memory. Therefore, people call me Sherlone. You know: Sherlock + alone. I face enough people and besides I talk to them. My clients for example. I don't have many clients. Mrs. Hudson preserves me always from that. She wants me to come outside. I just don't need distractions.