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Holmes stared out the window, surprised to see the… Bus? Yes… Bus. That’s the word his future mind supplied for him. It was odd to have one foot firmly planted in the past and his eyes while his eyes were gazing out into the future.
That wasn’t past. Watson called him “Holmes,” not…
“Sherlock!” John’s voice was insistent, forcing Sherlock to open one eye.