[Flashback to roughly five minutes ago, when Sherlock Holmes awoke to find a kitty cat on his bed, batting at a very large, impressive, gaudy cloak. Jeesh, where did Wagahai get a thing like that? The answer follows soon after, as he hears voices from downstairs. Naruhodou has a guest over and the more inaudible hum reaches Sherlock's ears, the more suspicious he grows. It's a good thing he went home recently, or he wouldn't have learned about Van Zieks's masked disciple, nor the guy's true identity.
AND SO, at present time, Wagahai was chased from the room and now there is no Holmes here in this bedroom. NOPE. Where could he possibly have gone? There is only a mysterious cloaked individual who has one foot out the open window, as he was caught in the middle of his escape attempt. GOSH that cloak looks mighty familiar, doesn't it? To complete the image, this mysterious stranger is wearing this thing to emphasize that he's obviously not Sherlock Holmes. (this thing materialized in his room back around the end of November and already he's found a use for it.)]
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AND SO, at present time, Wagahai was chased from the room and now there is no Holmes here in this bedroom. NOPE. Where could he possibly have gone? There is only a mysterious cloaked individual who has one foot out the open window, as he was caught in the middle of his escape attempt. GOSH that cloak looks mighty familiar, doesn't it? To complete the image, this mysterious stranger is wearing this thing to emphasize that he's obviously not Sherlock Holmes. (this thing materialized in his room back around the end of November and already he's found a use for it.)]
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