Re: 10 am
Holmes leaned out of the tent and looked around.
"Hello! It would seem I'm trapped."
He shook his leg and felt the shackle rattle heavily on his ankle. When he looked back up a woman and young man came into view. He offered them a polite, if not slightly awkward smile.
"I'm having a remarkably strange morning."
His hair was messy, and he was growing in a day's worth of stubble. All along the backside of his black suit and trousers was a stripe of brown dirt from waking up on the ground. He longed for fresh clothing and a cup of coffee.