Mistaken Identity (Jared)

[Amy]

Amy was hungry. It had been ages since he had last eaten enough. She had no money left, or atleast not any she could spend. Kaz had given her some money, but she was saving that, keeping it close to her. Amy wanted to be able to get more money. Kaz had given her so much and Amy was going to keep that for a time of need. Now was not one of those. After all, she had some information, and information brought her money from the Great Sherlock Holmes. So she was heading his way in the hope that money would come from her information.

Still, she had a journey to go and at the moment no buses would take her. After all, she did look how she was. Homeless. Sometimes, when she managed a shower they would think she was a normal child, and so free on the buses. But a homeless child never got such luxieries. So it was her job to travel to find Sherlock. Her destination was Baker Street, but that was a good distance away. Moving onwards, Amy paused and looked around, checking to see if anyone was following her.

[Jared Everson]

Jared was, out and about, his Sherlock make-up applied carefully. He walked down the street, hands in his pocket, when he saw a young girl, homeless. He felt sorry for her, he reached into his pocket and produced a $50 bill. Ah, the benefits of having a rich dad.

"Hello."

He promptly handed it to her.

"Here you are."

[Amy]

"Hello." Amy looked up, into the face of Sherlock and she blinked, confused. What was he doing here? Was he on a case. But there was something slightly different about him. Amy had seen the great Detective and something was just not right. "Here you are." "But I haven't..." Looking down at the £50 pound note, Amy blinked. She never got this much money. "Who are you?" She asked, confused. Did Sherlock have a twin brother? A nice one?

[Jared Everson]

Looking around, Jared, changed the way he carried himself, he stood taller, broadened his shoulders and said. "My name is Sherlock Holmes."

[Amy]

"My name is Sherlock Holmes." Amy shook her head. "No it ain't." She said, in her cockney accent. "He ain't so kind and works differently." She was puzzled. She was unsure if she should reveal anything about Sherlock or the Homeless network to this person. It was something she should report to him, anyway. Might be worth some money, although she now had enough. "So who are you actually, and why are you bein' Mr Holmes?" She asked. Never before had she had to speak to someone who could be dangerous. But she didn't think he was dangerous. He was kind. "Are you like some kind twin brother?"