"Stay?" I finally ask. Nobody has slept here. I make my mindpalace ready to absorb information.

"I have to know why you are in shock." Mrs. Hudson walkes away not wanting to hear our disagreement. She returns with tea.

"I'm not in shock. It was just an experiment and it is succeeded." He stares at me weird. He doesn't believe me. Whatever I say, he stays here. My shock is almost processed, so I can talk normally again. "Nice to meet ya." I keep my hand ready and I wait for a response. But instead of shake my hand, he stand up and now he is sitting next to me. A little bit awkward, but I don't hate it.

"The closer to each other, the better I can observe you." I sigh, he is a stayer. "Where can I sleep?" Mrs. Hudson meddles in the conversation and she shows a key.

"Upstairs there is a room available. I want you to do everything, so that he becomes a normal person again. Not that he has ever been one." They immediately leave the room. For a little time I am ready with them. I have to get all facts straight.

He just walked into my house, but why? I don't know him, he doesn't know me. He lets me travers the whole city. He is a doctor and a soldier. He is clearly just back from the war. Mrs. Hudson likes him and so I have to survive with him in one house. A stranger in my house. I shudder at the thought.

Moments later they stand back at my seat. Mrs. Hudson says she is leaving and he overwhelms me. John is sitting right in front of me in my real seat.

"You are not a psychologist, is it?"

"No, a doctor." He articulates. He drinks a slug of the tea and then he puts back the cup at the same place.

"And a soldier?"

"Yes, I said a moment ago. Why you want to-"

"Just."

A while a silence reigns. It is not an embarrassing silence, but a confidential silence. We seem to be trying to read each other minds. He is thinking about a possible topic. Meanwhile, I observe him advised. He is dressed well and that is how he looks his whole life. His hair is wild, but it looks good on him. His eyes are waterfalls. They are bright blue and I can't take my eyes off of his eyes. It is impossible. You want to see where the waterfall ends and how he splashes. A little cliché, but you could drown in it. I look away quickly. He finally founds a topic.

"It were delicious grapes?" He laughs. I burst out laughing. She never can shut her mouth. She tells all my failures to strangers. Very annoying. She needs companionship, I think.

"Does she trumpets that again? God, I hate her." We both chuckle. He knows how I feel about this. "Lovely. I plan to eat an apple tonight." He looks away, because he doesn't want to look in my eyes. Sometimes it is really hard to look at strangers. We know it.

"I want to cook this evening." He suggests. "Don't worry. I'm not going to use grapes."

'That would be very stupid." I say. I laughed the last time a few days earlier. The previous time, Mrs. Hudson put salt in the tea. Her mien was hilarious.

"What are you going to do today? I saw you're busy with a case." He stands up and walks to the wall. "This is intense."

"No, I'm not going to visit the cadaver today. Within two months, I think." John thinks I mean it sarcastically, but because I am not laughing, he is looking to me with a surprised face.

"Your day is changed. You go today." He recommends.

"Today? No, sorry. I can't handle it. The store only was enough. I. Don't. Go." I can finally sit in my own seat and I let my head drop. I bring my feet and knees closer to me. The warmth of my legs makes me calm. Nobody can command me something.

"Sherlock, I don't know you well. But you flourish if you have a case." I agree, but I don't want to leave my cosy shack.

"Why you think that?" I stop talking. "Mrs. Hudson?" He nods and he reaches a paper of the wall.

He looks at the paper carefully and I look at him carefully. It seems like he has the power, but I am the mightiest, right? He can make me do something I don't want. His jacket hangs gallantly over his shoulder. His trousers are wide and follow him. His shoes are older, but they complement his outfit. He radiates something, but I can't name it. I can fall asleep anytime and I want to he catches me. John is the only one who can touch me and I like it.

***

Carefully I look at him. He always know it when I'm looking at him. Sherlock is weird, but that makes him so attractive. No, I'm not in love with him. He just radiates something. I let my mind wander and I walk to his wall. Sherlock needs some fresh air, so I have to convince him. Finally he agrees. I pull on his coat and then I touch him a few seconds. I tingle all over my body and that also happens to him. His heart beats faster and I hope he's not back in shock. His eyes are gorgeous. They look like binoculars and you want to look further. I look away quickly. He may not now I like him. In a friendly way...