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The Kidnapping of Rosie Watson
(In Defence of 221B Baker St)
Dearest Readers,
Many of you are familiar with the stories published by Dr. John H Watson about his adventures with Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Most readers are unable to tell if they’re enraptured by the mystery or by the undecipherable detective. Their stories are so otherworldly that when they are recognized by the public, people are shocked that they in fact inhabit the same streets as the common man. But, their lives are not unlike our own. We all have secrets. Things we indulge in the dark. Things we hide for fear it would be taken away. To Holmes and Watson, that very thing happened on the morning of the Eighteenth of March when there was an abduction on Baker Street.
I will not reiterate the details on the case, as most readers should already be aware that I have indeed been returned. But if you happen to not be fully briefed already, I recommend that you look at Dr. Watson’s blog here. The main reason why I write is to dispel recent threats to the reputation of 221B, the place I call home.
When the story broke of my disappearance, the tabloids secured several key facts:
1. A child was living in 221B
2. That child was Dr. John Watson’s
3. The child was abducted
The ambiguity of my identity allowed for minds to invent their own stories of who I am and flaws of my parents that had led to my disappearance. The truth is, my captors were of the ordinary kind, who simply saw an opportunity and took it. They hadn’t known who my parents were nor did they know the reputation of their work. Contrary to popular theories, I wasn’t a target because I was a Watson.
They sent the ransom to the police, and held me in an abandoned office park with several other children. Having secretly read my father’s blog during late hours (due to his disapproval) it's no wonder that the moment I was taken I got deducing. I identified that my captors were amateurs, men who are recently unemployed for reasons completely within their control but blame it on the world rather than their blatant sexual assault histories. I pressed on their weak points, and by the third day they were so exhausted with me they left us unsupervised. Together we were able to sneak our way into the tube station nearby and thus ended our captivity.
All of which is to say, the Adventures of Dr. John Watson and Sherlock Holmes can equip any of us with the curiosity to view our predicaments as a game with a solution, and I think it's rather dull that I am the only one who has concluded that.
Exeunt.
Rosamund M Watson