Watson was sitting in the living room at 221B Baker Street, writing something in another letter for the newspaper about the latest adventures of his friend and great detective Sherlock Holmes. Although... Maybe more than a friend. Lately, Watson and Holmes have become a little more than friends... Small touches, light hugs, those constant glances from Sherlock and John. But now the detective disappeared somewhere again, while the doctor sat in their rented apartment, listening to Mrs. Hudson chatter.

John Hamish Watson. 52 years old. Military doctor, past the war in Afghanistan. Blonde-haired, with a mustache, of average height, average build, walks with a cane, because he has a psychosomatic disorder that causes him to limp. Usually serious, not particularly cheerful, kind, slightly shy, a little not smart, calm, interesting, quick reaction.