Sherlock ][ Believer Link

"I do not believe in you," Holmes said, though his eyes were wide.

Holmes looked at the empty space, then at Watson. He didn't reach for his pipe or his violin. He reached for his coat. "Where are we going?" Watson asked. Sherlock ][ Believer

"You believe in the truth," the spirit said. "And the truth is, I was never born, Sherlock. I am the shadow of the cases you refused to take because they were 'too simple.' I am the girl you didn't save in '82. I am the doubt you bury under logic." She stepped closer, the sapphire dissolving into smoke. "I do not believe in you," Holmes said,

"The dead have no data," Holmes snapped. "And without data, one cannot speculate." He reached for his coat

"Belief," she replied. Her voice sounded like the rustle of old parchment.

"It is a trick of the light, Watson," Holmes remarked, his back to the window. He was furiously scrubbing a test tube. "A combination of coal smoke, a slight imperfection in the Victorian glass, and the overactive imagination of a public desperate for the divine."

For the first time in his life, Sherlock Holmes didn't need proof to know he was right. He simply believed.