9. Sherlock holmes
"Its not here! Why isn't it here, where did it go?!" Sherlock yelled, his hands were motioning around him in dismay. We were standing in the park a few blocks from our meeting place. Sherlock was now pacing around searching with disbelief for whatever he had planned on exposing.
"What is it? What are you looking for?" I ask as I painfully watching him walk back in forth in front of me. He seems so distraught. Almost confused maybe even disturbed, something I haven't seen in him before.
He was mumbling to himself every once in a while doing something like sniffing a leave or turning his head to see something off in the distance. Its like he's gone mad and for a while he doesn't even know i'm here.
"A box. A big blue police box. It was right here the other day I swear. Something that big can't just move like this! Something's wrong I knew it, I should have brought you sooner." He replied finally seeming to give up.
"Why is a blue police box such a big deal? I've seen them before, its not like they're anything extraordinary." I say, kicking a rock in the dirt.
Sherlock starts walking suddenly in the same direction we came, once again leaving me to catch up to him.
"Where are you going?" I ask, looking at him as he stares ahead of him.
"Just shut up and follow me." He replies now jogging to the side of the road. A blue police box disappears. Im starting to suspect Sherlock is mad. But maybe Im ok with that, maybe its just what I need.