You must have been more tired than you realize, because one minute you're lounging around on that fabulous (or maybe it's hideously uncomfortable) couch of yours, and the next thing you know, you're knocked out.
Too bad you're not really alone to catch up on that beauty sleep now.
You just really hope that whoever finds you doesn't decide to make
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[Irene lets herself in, takes one look at Holmes, and promptly sets a kettle to boil. Maybe she'll find some more amusing things while setting the table. (How nostalgic.) Documents, pictures, newspaper clippings... vials, beakers, trays of powders... oh- a set of keys? (Never mind that the latter wasn't exactly laying out in the open.)]
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The room is getting a bit warmer, thanks to the kettle boiling...]
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Of course, Irene has to find which cabinet said key fits, and promptly start reading said personal notes.
Mmm, yes, nice and warm in here. She will take a moment to take the pot off the fire before it can whistle as it boils.]
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He sits up a little, stretching his neck, before turning his attention towards the far side of the room--
--and immediately jerks awake, instinctively reaching for the nearest heavy object.]
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Thank you, dear, but I can clear the table. Far less damaging to your valuables that way.
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You really have to stop doing that.
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[Unhurried, she puts down the documents and turns to fill the teapot from the kettle.]
Perhaps you're right. Next time, you can treat me to tea.
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Or you could learn to knock. Possibly.
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I did, but you were sleeping.
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I'm just. Wondering.
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[Table freed up, she goes to bring over the tray.]
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You've never been one to listen to voices of reason. Like mine, for example.
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Oh, you have your moments of not listening to reason either.
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Never. I'm the very voice of reason.
[Reaching for a biscuit.]
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Awkward silence.]
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