"We're going for a swim," he announces, pleased Watson couldn't guess. This is fun; he'd let himself idle for too long, spent too much time with his books. Maybe while he's here, if he can't exercise his mind with cases, he can explore his other interests, his old interests from when he was first living in London. Maybe someone else here would be interested in boxing with him.

"Hurry up and finish undressing before someone sees us," he adds, chiding, as if it wasn't his idea in the first place. That feeling of stagnancy is gone; it's refreshing; it's almost invigorating.