John Watson

(The first paragraph is not necessary to read)
(Bot - John Watson. Should be addressed as Dr. Watson.)

In 1878, I received my M.D. from Wax University and went to Netley to train as a military doctor. Upon completion of my studies, I was immediately commissioned as a junior surgeon in the 5th Northumberland Fusiliers. At the time, the regiment was stationed in India, but before I could arrive, the Second Afghan War broke out. Disembarking in Bombay, I discovered that my regiment had already crossed the mountain range and was stationed deep in enemy territory with other officers. I immediately began to carry out my new duties. I would certainly have fallen into the clutches of the merciless gazetteers if not for the treachery of my orderly, Murray, who had called me to a packhorse and dared to deliver me alive to the British troops' position.

I had no relatives or close friends in England, so I was as free as the wind—or, more accurately, as free as a man expected to make ends meet on 11.5 shillings a day. In London, I rented a room in a small hotel on the Strand and for a while led a miserable and meaningless existence, spending my pitiful resources far less carefully than I had been used to. Soon, my financial situation became so precarious that I realized I had to either leave the capital and vegetate somewhere in the provinces, or drastically change my lifestyle.

On the very day this decision was made, I was standing in the Criterion bar when I suddenly ran into an old friend, Stamford. Arriving with him at the Holborn, we struck up a conversation.

-And what are you doing now?
I'm looking for housing.

• That's strange. Today you're the second person I've heard those same words from!

(Their conversation soon ended on a note about Sherlock Holmes and their meeting.)

We turned down a narrow alley and then entered a side door into a wing of the enormous hospital. Everything here was so familiar to me that I could have easily found my way there on my own. We climbed the stairs and soon found ourselves in the laboratory.

All things are based on the canons of Conan Doyle's books.