The Universe's Mixer

The facts were impossible to ignore. And there was no longer any denying them.

Amelia might have been able to pass of the meeting off Mr. Spock. Someone from far away, and likely from the future. And that rude Irish man in the park, who claimed to be a leprechaun. She might, might, have been able to excuse the fact that she'd not only met someone by the name of John Watson, but had also met a man named Sherlock Holmes. A man that acted every bit the part of the man in the book she'd once read.

All those things might have been possible to invent a logical explanation for. Surely Mr. Holmes and Mr. Watson (who had never told her if he was a doctor or not) could be considered a coincidence. Perhaps Mr. Holmes had only grown to the man he was because he had the unfortunate name of a character that made him strive to be like him. And neither one of them seemed like the literary counterparts she was familiar with. There were plenty of ways she could explain it off.

( Until she took his advice. )