“why is elementary even a thing? i bet sir arthur conan doyle is rolling in his grave!” she hits ‘create post’ and feels the satisfaction wash over her. that’d show them. sir arthur conan doyle would be horrified to see the monstrosity that his masterpiece was about to become.
she turns when she hears a sound behind her, and finds herself face to face with the spirit of sir arthur conan doyle himself.
“why…” he says, and his voice is broken by the tears that he is holding back.
she understands the feeling well; elementary has upset her to the point of tears before too. “i know,” she says. “i can’t believe it’s real either. they’re ruining the name of sherlock holmes and totally damaging the brand! moffat’s version is brilliant, we don’t need another bad american tv cop show when moffat’s taking such good care of your baby.”
sir arthur conan doyle falls to the ground, a broken man. his body is shaking as he sobs, and he says, “why won’t you just let him die already… it’s been too long… why can’t holmes just stay dead…”