Europe

Last night I dreamed I was in Europe (Looked like Paris but I think it was London), walking through the streets. I helped John and Sherlock solve a case and then went to find something to much on. I ran into Dr. Blewett, who was living alone in a tiny room. He looked like he was going crazy. I think his wife had died and he'd been slowly driven mad with grief. I got him to come with me to eat at the...something about a Hen tavern (I can't recollect what it was, something like The Laying Hen or some such) but he wouldn't stay with me in my flat, but he didn't want to be alone, so he was living in the city. It was so sad.

Then I took to the streets again, and this time, I looked over, and there was Stu. In one of his favorite blue shirts. And he was much younger, probably in his early 20's, or even late teens. He just smiled a big smile at me, and we walked so close that I could feel his arm brush up against mine.

And we were perfectly happy.