Homeless(?)

[misswatson]

Look, wherever I go, I don't necessarily need Sherlock to tag along. I'm not officially his companion anymore, remember? Now that we work together, it's fine if we have our own space when it comes to these "games."

Besides, your plans are rather obvious. It seems like events are going to escalate the next few weeks so you're biding your time before you send me off into space and away from New York, is that it? Not that I know how you could take me from a dramatic finale to some spaceship in the middle of god-knows-where.

... If you do go through with this, I'm taking Clyde along. I know Sherlock won't neglect to feed him, but I'm a little dubious about his chances of survival after being a paperweight.

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[i_favour_you]

Oh, very good. Take yourself, take Clyde.

I'll just be here, won't I? By myself.

[misswatson]

[Rolls her eyes because seriously, Sherlock you big six year old.]

Look, it's not that I don't prefer that we weren't within vicinity of each other. [Usually.] But it's not within our control about who goes where and with whom. You know how it works when muns sends us to games.

[i_favour_you]

No, I wouldn't know. Mine doesn't send me places. Ever. Apparently she finds me embarrassing.

[misswatson]

[Absolutely NOTHING to say about that.]

Well, who's to say there won't be a plan in the future?

[i_favour_you]

I suppose she'd have to find the right place, then.

Where is yours sending you?

[misswatson]

The plans aren't set, but I might be placed in a spaceship. Apparently, it's devoid of the laws of physics and much, much, more.

[i_favour_you]

You're on a spaceship devoid of science.

This sounds like an enormous amount of danger, Watson.