Irene settled for something less extravagant than her usual dresses and settled for a dark magenta dress with a dark navy blue cardigan. Settling a navy blue beret upon her hair, she tied her locks up into a ponytail before letting it settle upon her shoulder.
She checked herself in the mirror. It was something she was definately not used to wearing but she had to make due. No more fancy dresses or brand name designer clothing. She had to take it simple and sweet if she were to stay incognito so her enemies will still have no idea of her survival.
Quietly, she pulled on her boots and made her way downstairs only to find a sleeping Sherlock Holmes upon her armchair.
When awake, the man seemed burdened with the lives of a thousand men yet asleep he seemed like such an angel. How did a man like this even exist, she wondered as she neared him with silent steps. The way his curled hair seem to frame his face and how his chest slowly rose and fell to the rhythm to his breathing just radiated the peace he desparately needed.
She felt bad for waking him but they had things to do. He could sleep later when the sun was no longer shining.
“Hey…” She took hold of his shoulder, giving him a slight shake. “Wake up, Mister Holmes.”
Almost everything was quiet except for the sound of Sherlock’s footsteps, the violent opening of doors, and and his frustrated growls. “Where is it?!” he bellowed into the halls of his mind palace. Sherlock had lost his skull again. “Where did I put it? Did Mrs. Hudson take it from me again?”
He stopped walking and inhaled deeply to calm himself. He couldn’t delete anymore of the rooms. There was a possibility that the skull would go with it. Of course, as he created new rooms he could create a new skull. No, that would just be a hassle. Sherlock rubbed his temples and sighed when he suddenly felt a hand upon his shoulder and everything began to shake. There was a voice calling him. The palace ceiling began cracking and falling all around him. It turned into cookie crumbs and gummy bears as it fell. Light seeped through the ceiling and blinded him.
Sherlock awoke with a start. He placed his hand to his chest and tried to calm his breathing. He looked up to find Irene standing over him and began to calm down. “Irene, I just… I’m awake. That’s enough,” he said in a breathy voice. “What are we doing today that you’re dressed so simple?” he asked as he tried to regain his composure and move on from his moment of embarrassment.
She recoiled her hand as soon as he jerked awake. Irene could only wonder what on earth he could have been dreaming to result in such a violent awakening. “Are you okay?” She asked him, stepping back from him to give him some room to breathe and recover. She looked down at her outfit. “Nothing planned. It’s just simple and easily to move in.” She told him, looking back up at him.
“Now, what have you got planned to help yourself?” She asked.