Mr. Amnesia Assistant Will Dream About the Poisonous Detective Lady

The fog in London will never clear, the dead in the alleys will never rot, and the tears of the bakery proprietress will slide over the same tear trail over and over again. Thomas, the owner of the grocery store, died strangely. His lips were blue, his nails were blue, and there were scratches on his neck. Watson is the only one in the neighborhood who thinks something is wrong, because he is the only one who remembers what happened yesterday. There is also the female voice that lives in his head, Sherlock, who claims to be a detective. He complains on time every day that his toast is too bland and counts how his days are going. "We are partners," she said. "I called you thirty-seven times."