"Yours would, perhaps."

But Holmes's Irene was more attached to him than Sherlock's sounds.

"Or perhaps not. I wonder, do you really know any of the people around you back in your world? Or are they all so- detached. Distant. Your Watson doesn't write as often as mine; your Adler plies her trade through sex.

He turns to him, abruptly accusative. "Do you even have a dog?"