“Tell me Mr. Holmes, what can you tell me about myself? Or better yet, can you tell me how I appeared in John’s bedroom without walking past you in the sitting room first?”

At Blackmoor Gwen waits, without her bridegroom.

In Egypt, Antony and Cleopatra share their recollections of a dead man. Then things get competitive.

Kendall might be in their father's pocket, but that's not always such a bad thing.

Under pressure, Claire tells the truth. This is not among her best decisions.

Meredith and David enjoy a private moment, or rather, Meredith enjoys it.

Silly little ficlet.

Evening is the customary time for intercourse, David has helpfully informed her, but it makes no difference here. Nothing makes any difference.

Diana and Steve at the inn.

Toby always forgot how good the quiet moments could be.