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IT'S STRANGE, THE PEOPLE YOU MEET by chance. When Julia R. Fuller had initially heard from Sherlock Holmes, it had been something out of the ordinary. Of course her life had been anything but abnormal, and the rosette often found herself wishing she was anything but normal. Her aunt had warned her time and time again of his mischievous ways, and yet she only found herself more intrigued as the letters came, one after the other. After her decline in health, however, they had been more of a way of communicating back and forth about her worsening condition.

Her heart warmed at the thought of someone being so lovely as to assist an elderly woman when it came to these types of favours, even if it was something as tedious as writing back to her own niece. He must have gone out of his way in order to do so, seeing as he explained that he was such a busy man. A very busy man. Mr. Holmes had been sure to express that- he had done so rather grossly in fact. Oddly enough though, she wondered how a man so engrossed in his work could take the time out of his day to answer simple letters regarding casual discussion, rather than the subject of her own aunt's health. In a way... his mail had been a little ray of sunshine during her recent days.

What with her own family disputes, her losing her job, as well as the loss of her own apartment; it had all piled up, and yet Sherlock's letters had never ceased to brighten up even her dreariest evenings.

One of her aunt's last letters addressed to her had directed her specifically on how to get to Baker Street, and Julia, trying her best to be brave in such a colossal city, had climbed into a cab at London Heathrow and driven to the nearest station, where she had walked from there on upon exhausted feet. Determined to find the infamous little flat, she followed the map she had purchased from a nearby gift-shop, nose deep inside its pages, her auburn hair a flurry as it flew in stray strands from her messy braid. She passed by different boutiques, taking her time and pausing to eye up the latest fashion within the window. If she weren't such a bashful tourist and actually had the money, perhaps she would duck in and treat herself, but seeing as the plane tickets had sucked her savings dry... Julia wasn't in the best financial situation, and thus wasn't in a place to go spending willy-nilly.

The young woman paused for a moment, eyeing up her shambled appearance: she was a plain girl with a decently slim frame, her neck long and elegant and her eyes a shade of turquoise. Her long trench coat was a shade of pale greyish khaki and she was dressed formally in a mauve blazer, a soft off-white blouse and a pair of grey slim-fit cut-offs. Not really winning any beauty pageants, but it would work for now. These were her best clothes, too. After her mother had refused to come with her, she had been stuck visiting her aunt with no way of flying back to her home in Glasgow. She, unlike her parents, had always been close with her aunt-- even despite their disapproval.

She never quite understood why...

Julia adored her, and seeing that her mother wouldn't even come see her in her time of need, it had infuriated her. She had ignored all of her protesting, the night she had announced her little trip ending in Julia storming from the house. The young woman hadn't set foot upon the property since and had packed her things that night, leaving early before her family had even known she had decided that she was departing. Julia had even gone to great lengths in order to block her mother's number from her phone for the time being, which she was eternally grateful to Max - her best friend since diapers - for allowing her to borrow her old Blackberry until she had returned. It was nice to be able to forget about things and just enjoy her time here.