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  1. It is impossible for me to get out of her sight; I do not care to detail my attempts. I wait for Preston to run out of excuses to not visit.
  2. I admit I am bewildered and thus not playing my part as properly as I should. And I pride myself as good an actor as any on two continents.
  3. Mrs. Preston attempts to engage me in conversation. I ask when Preston will visit, and she is surprised that I refer to him so formally.
  4. Mrs. Preston and I spend the day buying clothing. She tears up and murmurs about how her little boy has grown when my selections are suits.
  5. I might as well be back in custody; Mrs. Preston keeps a very sharp eye on me. I could simply leave, but I have no wish to cause her pain.
  6. Was Baker Street so preserved when I disappeared? A violin; the chemical table; the mantlepiece; the fireplace. I am homesick and alone.
  7. Amnesia is an excuse to get away. In the room of her lost son, I examine the carefully preserved landscape of a 15-year-old's dominion.
  8. Preston's mother drives me "home". She believes I am her long-lost son, according to DNA tests. Preston has much to explain, I am certain.
  9. My restlessness is not as bad with the Ritalin, but my sleep is little improved. Preston's letter told me a charming cover story to keep.
  10. Along with an identity he has managed to obtain for me a prescription for Ritalin, known as "the poor man's cocaine." Unfortunately fitting.
  11. Preston has been hard at work behind the scenes. He intrigues me. Almost enough to take my mind off the fact that I have nothing to work on.
  12. I deciphered Preston's letter 32 hours ago. I ran through the last of my deductions about his message 29 hours ago. My mind races to pieces.
  13. So absorbed in Preston's cipher I nearly forgot that today is my birthday.
  14. Pleasant letters from Preston, reverse-bucolic in nature. Uneven spacing would appear to indicate he is trying to amuse me with a cipher.
  15. I carefully organize the slips from the other books. Cheap paper but of decent weight, folded sharply. I wish for my magnifying glass.
  16. From a Penguin edition of A Study in Scarlet, a folded slip of paper falls out. It merely wants to pass itself off as a typewritten letter.
  17. I shall never look at a needle in the same way again. Preston has left a stack of new paperbacks of Watson's tales of me. How kind of him.
  18. They wheel me away for more tests. I utterly despise modern medicine. Perhaps it is not my Boswell I am lost without, but my dear doctor....
  19. Preston comes in and dismisses my guards, bored of guarding a weak, sickly man. My blood tests indicate I need multiple vaccinations. Joy.
  20. I am coherent enough now to think of ways of getting out. I do not fancy spending time in gaol, even a modern one. That would be too ironic.