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John Watson, once a great detective working along side the one and only Sherlock Holmes, now stands in front of his bathroom mirror, knuckles gripping the porcelain sink below him.
He stared into his own eyes. He'd let himself go, huh? Ever since his wife left and Holmes retired, he felt as if he had no reason to try anymore. Dark circles sat under his eyes, a striking contrast to his pale skin that hadn't seen the sun in god knows how long. Watson certainly didn't know, nor did he care to think about it.
With a strangled breath out, Watson ran a hand through his unkempt hair. He broke eye contact with himself, opting to close his eyes instead of looking at the man in the mirror.
"You can't keep living like this, John..." he whispered to himself. "Just... just move on already. She's gone, he's in retirement, and-" He paused, opening his eyes to meet them in the reflection once again.
"...I... I could visit him! Maybe- maybe even get him back into working! Another case, just like old times, old times that were good, that were happy!"
He began to pace the bathroom he stood in, mind racing. Trains of thought were running off the lines, but he didn't care.
"He deserves the best, the- the BEST case there is to offer. I... I..." An idea popped into his head.
"The circus!"