[ Doctor John Watson. Sherlock's grey eyes dart across Watson's form, noting every detail he can observe. Exactly how many of you are on this station? ]
I know Doctor John Watson and live with him as well. However, you will not hear me argue that you are not who you say you are.
[ Mainly because he has encountered an even stranger mix of someone being Watson but not Watson, and he's feeling a more than a little unnerved that this is the third time this has happened in his life. Or if he's to be exact, someone being John but not Jon. (He could even point to Watkinson and Holman: Chapter One by that infernal author, Wallace de Aurum, as a fourth if he stretched his criteria.) This is a pattern.
Sherlock shakes his head. He can ponder all this later at his leisure. ]
Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man can invent, Doctor Watson. The fact that we are here at all is proof of that.
[ And Sherlock's mind has invented a lot of strange things. ]
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I know Doctor John Watson and live with him as well. However, you will not hear me argue that you are not who you say you are.
[ Mainly because he has encountered an even stranger mix of someone being Watson but not Watson, and he's feeling a more than a little unnerved that this is the third time this has happened in his life. Or if he's to be exact, someone being John but not Jon. (He could even point to Watkinson and Holman: Chapter One by that infernal author, Wallace de Aurum, as a fourth if he stretched his criteria.) This is a pattern.
Sherlock shakes his head. He can ponder all this later at his leisure. ]
Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man can invent, Doctor Watson. The fact that we are here at all is proof of that.
[ And Sherlock's mind has invented a lot of strange things. ]