No matter where and when I would meet them, I would be surprised. It is hard to say if positive or negative. It depends on how they came here and their clothing if modern fashion from the Victorian Era or modern of today. I prefere to stick to Victorian fashion and they would "suddenly" appear in our real world. One way or another I would stare at them with big eyes, beliving I am dreaming. I am sure they will look at me in a strange way due to my reaction...
"What are you regarding at?" Gave Holmes to me with a slightly annoyed tone.
I quickly blinked, bit my tongue and quickly looked away. Then turning back to them. "My apologies but are you Sherlock Holmes, the great Detective and Doctor John Watson?"
"What gives you the impression?" Asked Holmes suspiciously.
"Obviously your clothing, I'm afraid they are out of fashion here. Then your choice of words, here we speak Swiss-German and secondly instead of saying 'what are you regarding at' we speak 'what are you looking at'. Above all, your shoes. They tell me plentiful of a person's character and history. Your's Mr. Holmes are made of fine quality made for practicallity, due to the wrinkles of the leather you have done many sportive activities on the country and in cities. In the pocket of your coat forms slightly, I presume, your magnifying glass. Including the form of your cheeks, you have gained and lost weight from time to time. By you Doctor Watson with your shoes the story is about the same but the case in your hand clearly belongs to that of a vet or most common, a doctor. The destinctive position of your eyebrows tell me that you have seen terrible moments in life, not only from operations but including experience from a war."
"I can't remember that you wrote a detailed describtion of my methods, Watson." Holmes turned to Watson.
"Nither do I Holmes!" Noted Watson.
"How did you learn to observe?" Asked Holmes politely to me.
"Would you care for some tea at my place? There we can discuss further in private." I invited them.
This is a possiblity how I could meet them in their world, back in time to the year 1880s in London where they exist...
Everything is black but I hear many sounds around me near and far. People talking, shouting and singing. The loud rattling sound of carriages and hooves of horses clopping, whinning and snorting. The air held a strong unpleasant smell of manure, coal and alcohol. Soon the blackness disappears and began to see shapes moving. Soon my focus was normal and realised I was lying on the cobble-stoned ground facing to the grey sky. All the houses around me are built out of bricks and from the chimneys rolled out dark smoke. From the architure I recognised they are English.
"Oi lass! Move aside! You're in the way!" Called a man behind me from a certain distance.
I turned to see, a man on a hansome with a whip at hand was there. I blinked, staggered to my feet and stepped aside. As I moved, many people stared at me bewildered as if I were some sort of alien. Especially the women. Damn! I am wearing trousers and trousers at that time was only a fashion made for men. I should better be out of sight for some time. I began walking down a street. Hoping to find something that would help me be out of sight for some time and perhaps get some proper clothes to blend in. With my great eagerness and without thinking what danger might lie ahead I entered into one building without ringing the bell. Once I shut the door I leaned beside it against the wall and gave a sigh. Realising my bloodpresure was a bit low at the moment, is it shock or something else?
Not very long appeared an elderly lady with white hair tied to a bun. "What on earth are you doing here? Get out at once! Get out or I'll call the police!"809Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5dWaPjzQ7o
"No. Please." I pleaded with a calm voice and tried to remain calm, so that my bloodpresure can stabilise within minuets. Breathing in deep and breathing slowly out. "I mean no harm. Please." I continued.
"What's the matter Mrs. Hudson?" Called a manly voice from the stairs.
"Some girl in strange clothes has entered without ringing the bell, doctor Watson. Is she a client of Holmes?" Responded Mrs. Hudson.
Suddenly the dark figure from the stairs moved rapidly towards in the light, I saw doctor Watson's face. His face was firm. "Don't worry, I'm a doctor." With those words he placed gently a hand to my forehead and pulled from his waistpocket a watch tied to a golden chain.
"It's just low bloodpresure, it will pass in a few moments doctor." I assured.
"Do you have it often?"
"No, seldom."
"Mrs. Hudson, could you please prepare some tea for this girl. I'll take her to the couch to give some rest. Miss, if you please come with me." Gave Watson. Slowly I walked up the stairs with help from Watson and entered into a large room that looked somewhat familiar and was led to the couch. "There, now you better lie down for a few minuets. Mrs. Hudson will bring you some tea shortly." He explained.
While looking around I spotted another figure of a man standing with his back to me facing the fireplace and smoking a pipe.
"Holmes, it would best not to smoke at the moment." Noted Watson to the figure.
"Holmes?" I called out of amazement, staring at the man with his back to me.
Holmes slowly turned round, looking to me then to Watson with a pipe in his right hand.
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