Jessica Watson sat at her desk, her laptop open with a blog page up. Her doctor told her that writing might help her with emotions, yet till that day she hadn't found anything to write about. But now she did, her fingers were typing away. So far the blog read the following. "Today, I met the oddest woman I have ever met. It all started when I went to her house to replay to a add I found in the news paper." As she typed all this out, she started to remember clearly what happened that morning.<br/><br/>Jessica stood at the door, dressed a coat that came down just past her waist, with a pair of rather pants, and along with a pair of boots and a pair of lather gloves. It was rather cold out, and she was tired of knocking on the door with no answer, yet she knocked again. "Hello?" She yelled out before a woman came to the door and smiled at her. "Oh, you must be here for Sherlock, while head up those stairs please. She'll be more then happy to see someone who looks like they can carry them selves." The old woman said, so Jessica walked up the stairs and knocked on the door.<br/><br/>Once up stairs, instead of waiting she pushed the door open and poked her head through the door way. "Hello? Ms. Homes? I came here cause of the ad you put in the paper. The assistant job I believe it was?" She called out, before taking a step into the home of Sherlock Homes. The whole house was a mess, covered in papers and books. As well as so many things, the woman sighed softly. "What a mess.. How could anyone work in something like this?" She asked her self mostly, she then heard a sound and quickly turned around. Her hand going to her coat pocket to grab the night stick that was hidden there. It was one of those ones that could be collapsed, and that could be opened if you swang it out.