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27 August, 1886
Mrs. Hudson is also concerned. We’ve come together for a plan! I’m to take Herlock out Sunday morning, and keep him out all day, while she scours through the flat for his stash, and she will get rid of them. He’s withered away far too much! I’ve already come up with an itinerary, this will be my secondary plan if I cannot find a case that will catch his interest by then.
First, I will insist we dine out in the morning, a new french cafe has opened, and this will be a good way to get him out of 221b. I can use my lack of knowledge to allow him to show off!
Second, I shall insist upon a walk through Hyde Park. I’ll need some excuse to convince him. I can likely get away with the idea that it is important to walk and get fresh air after a meal, the extent of his interest in medicine seems to begin and end with the dead, this will need revising.
Thirdly, I will invite him for luncheon, and afterwards keep him distracted at Repton Boxing Club, where he shall hopefully be distracted for many hours. This should be more than enough time for Mrs. Hudson, but in the event that she may need more time, I will personally take him out for supper at the Drunken Cock (perhaps Seishirou and Genshin could help me keep him distracted?)
Until the day comes, I shall keep this journal on my person, I cannot risk Herlock finding it before then. If the plan comes to fruition, I shall tear out this page and burn it. Perhaps he will be furious, raving, but it will pass in time. Should he find out about this, I shall take on the burden of blame— it is better that he throws me out than leave 221b, and I would never forgive myself if he turned his ire onto Mrs. Hudson.
I find this all strange. I have only now realised this upon reading today's entry, but now I feel foolish for not writing in my own language. It feels like second nature to write in English after writing so much for Dr. Wilson. I suppose it is rather ridiculous to think, but this realisation is lingering in the back of my mind— I hope I am not losing my own identity to my homeland, I could expect to gain London mannerisms after a long study trip, but to turn to English as a default? I've started to dream in English, I've started to think in English. I do not hope to lose my language before I can meet Susato, not only would I be a stranger, but a stranger that only speaks a different tongue?!
It is late, perhaps I should burn this later, perhaps I'm becoming mad.