SHERLOCK

The wind was cold, but he barely noticed it as London passed him by. The city was too loud and too crowded, he knew it so well that everything felt boringly predictable. His mind clung to small details... a woman ahead of him wore a perfume she had chosen too intentionally, a man followed her far too attentively. He brushed the thought aside, it was just a drain on his resources. He kept walking and noticed several things that made him feel uneasy, he searched for the solution and realized it had been there all along, just misjudged. Nothing was missing... on the contrary... it was simply too much. He felt he had to turn back... now, immediately!