"I've thought about buying myself a practice, actually." Watson sighed a little, shutting his eyes. He was trying desperately to ignore the small voice in his head that was pointing out that it would seem very boring, after the army and after Holmes. "Holmes left me... well, he left me some money. What would seem appropriate, I suppose. It's enough to set myself up with something fairly decent, if I wish."

He glanced around, saw Holmes everywhere, wasn't sure if that was a blessing or a curse. "Not until I'm done here, I suppose."