Just as Sherlock had suspected, the man had been flung into this mystery unwittingly by the machine that had just been destroyed. He would have to get Watson to analyze the machine once he caught up to them.
"Rigger's Square, the industrial district of New London." He moves slightly as if to stand and help the other before making a noise of discovery and brushing aside some of the rubble. Retrieving his bent handled cane from underneath, a useful tool. One that he sometimes used as a weapon but most of the time just for walking. He stands finally, offering the bewildered man a hand up. "I'm afraid you may have been at the wrong place at the right time." Whoever this person was, he was no confederate of Moriarty, that was plain to see.
Through the crumbled wall, one can see the lights of the city blinking away above the Thames river. Now that Sherlock was standing, his full countenance could be seen. Under his coat was a simple outfit, light brown trousers, red vest, blue tie, and white shirt. Tall and thin with a hawk-like nose, as Watson had grown fond of describing his features before, but with a more youthful appearance than perhaps some would describe Sherlock being.
"I take it you were far away from here when this occurred. Somewhere in America, I should think, in a laboratory." Yes, he deduced all of that already in the five minutes he's met the man.
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Date: 2015-02-26 12:45 am (UTC)From:"Rigger's Square, the industrial district of New London." He moves slightly as if to stand and help the other before making a noise of discovery and brushing aside some of the rubble. Retrieving his bent handled cane from underneath, a useful tool. One that he sometimes used as a weapon but most of the time just for walking. He stands finally, offering the bewildered man a hand up. "I'm afraid you may have been at the wrong place at the right time." Whoever this person was, he was no confederate of Moriarty, that was plain to see.
Through the crumbled wall, one can see the lights of the city blinking away above the Thames river. Now that Sherlock was standing, his full countenance could be seen. Under his coat was a simple outfit, light brown trousers, red vest, blue tie, and white shirt. Tall and thin with a hawk-like nose, as Watson had grown fond of describing his features before, but with a more youthful appearance than perhaps some would describe Sherlock being.
"I take it you were far away from here when this occurred. Somewhere in America, I should think, in a laboratory." Yes, he deduced all of that already in the five minutes he's met the man.