22nd December 2014 10 PM
Somewhere in Mumbai,
Girl: (Lying on her bed) I am not even sleepy tonight! How am I supposed to sleep then?
Girl's brain: Rachel, stop complaining. Why don't you count sheep, eh? It will help you sleep.
Rachel: sheep? Okay I'll try. One sheep..two sheep...three sheep..four sheep...zzz
Rachel's brain: wow. It really worked. Looks like we can go sleep now too. Its dreaming time now!
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Rachel finds herself at the turn of a street. It was unknown yet strangely familiar to her.
Rachel: where on earth am I? đ¤
She walked forward on the footpath and her eyes went wide as her jaw dropped. She couldn't believe her eyes. The same black door, the same tilted doorknob and the same letters.
Rachel: 221B? Baker Street? Oh man. I can't believe It.! đ˛
R's brain: dopamine overdose! Send some serotonin or the girl's going to faint.
Rachel: okay Rachel. Take a deep breath. Yeah, that's how.
She pushed the door gently and to her surprise it opened. Not being able to believe her luck, she rushed in and made her way upstairs straight to the room. Rachel held her breath. this place was as sacred as a church for her. she opened the door slowly.
Rachel: Oh. My. God. đ˛
For there he was, Sherlock Holmes, seated on the couch, deep in thought, his long fingers supporting his chin.
Rachel: (in a whisper) You have to be kidding me. đł
Sherlock: (without opening his eyes): I was expecting you.
Rachel: you were? đ˛
Sherlock: of course. It is your dream. What could be more obvious than your presence.
Now that Rachel thought of it, it was the most obvious thing in the world. And then, something hit her again. She was in 221B Baker Street, in the presence of Sherlock Holmes. God save her.
Sherlock: it's painful watching you channel your thoughts. Could you just be done with it and talk?
Rachel: Er. Er.. đł
Sighing, Sherlock sprang from the couch and marched to his room.
R's brain: what on earth was this? You went totally mute.
R's heart: its William Sherlock Scott Holmes is in front of her. what sanity can you expect from her in such a situation.
Rachel waved off the conversation as Sherlock re-entered the room with a small gift-wrapped box in his hand. Rachel stared at him, nonplussed. And a tiny smirk appeared on her face as it floated towards her. she had got a pretty much good idea as to what it was.
Rachel: What is that? đ
Sherlock flinched visibly and Rachel had to stifle the laughter building up inside her.
Sherlock: John got this for you. And he told me to say (looks down at the label on the gift) er. Happy birthday Rachel.
Rachel: (with a wide smile) thank you so much Sherlock. That is sweet of you. đ
Sherlock: stop smiling.
Rachel: its my birthday! đˇ
She started opening the gift when-
Sherlock: stop. Don't open here.
Rachel: why? đ
Sherlock: Because I say so. Go down and open it. Your younger brother will like it too.
Rachel didn't bother to ask how he came to know she had a younger brother. She didn't want to give him a chance to show off.
Rachel: thank you Sherlock. đł
She hugged him quickly and bustled down the stairs laughing, imagining the look on Sherlock face. As she stood on the pavement she opened the gift and in it were a pair of earplugs and a note.
Rachel: what the..? đ¤
Get in the car Miss Fernandes, put on the earplugs and go to sleep. A surprise awaits you at the end of the journey.'