#TimeTravelingGhost EP 7 Post 77: 12 May 1999: London

#Wss366 befog/befogged #MastoPrompt Corner #TimeTravelAuthors 03/05. Apologies

After leaving the hospital, we strolled toward Kensington Gardens until we found a pleasant place to sit. I sipped a coffee I got from a #corner store. The trees behind us muffled the noise of the London traffic. In a place like this, it was hard to believe that monsters lurked in the shadows, perpetuating evil for unknown reasons. But for the moment, at least, I could relax in peace.

When no one was around, I asked, “Is there anything you’d like to do or see while we’re in London?”

“I can’t think of anything. Oh, wait! 221B Baker Street and the Elgin Marbles. Though I suppose we could see those in their original glory.” Emily was sitting on the grass, smiling up at me. You would almost think we were a normal couple, except the grass didn’t bend under Emily’s weight.

“Indeed. Going to Ancient Greece would be fun. We could see a Greek play in the original or consult the oracle at Delphi. But while we’re here, we could do something of local interest. It’s a little late for sightseeing, but we can check out Sherlock Holmes’ digs tomorrow. It might also be a good idea to go to the British Museum. Maybe we can learn something there. There might be things that other people aren’t allowed to see, or secret rooms. I can’t think of anyone better than you to sniff them out.”

“Then let’s walk to the Prince Albert Memorial,” Emily said. “Then we can find a place to stay for the night and eat. Time-tripping to avoid waiting a night seems like taking a risk for nothing.”

I had to agree. Besides, it would be nice to walk in the park with her. I apologized for her not being able to share oysters or steak with me.

She laughed, saying, “Oysters are disgusting. But if you order room service, I could share a few bites of steak with you.”

So that’s what we did.

The next day, we were out and about before anything opened. The streets were still #befogged when we reached 221B Baker Street. It turned out to be nothing more than a plaque on the wall stating that the fictional character Sherlock Holmes had lived there. Watching Emily’s face drift in and out of view in the fog was actually more interesting.

221B Baker Street:

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