Delivery for Sherlock Holmes (Backdated to the day after William Blaike's death

[just_so]

Yet another gift for Sherlock Holmes. This time the 'present' is sitting on the couch of his shared flat. It looks harmless enough. A carved wooden phone resting there. Like some forgotten children's toy from long ago. There's a phone number hand carved into the 'screen'. It doesn't call an actual phone if tried, however. The number you have dialed does not exist.

Comments

[worldsonly]

[ what the legitimate fuck.

actually, it doesn't take longer than a glance for Sherlock to notice the code even as he dials it just to check. why him? Sherlock has no attachment to him.

ah. ]