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I know exactly who to call.
Find them and get them,
We fought again, I need some air
A break from our domestic atmosphere
I turn to face the fireplace
and lift up my dear violin case
I take a breath of the cool night air
An odd presence surrounds me
Chills go right down my spine
But I'll only walk a while
The instrument has calmed my nerves
I go through some letters from earlier
Something odd addressed to me
For what purpose would someone send a key?
I turn back at a nearby park
It's getting dark, the gaslights turning on.
Something odd on Baker Street
I'm sure that odd blue box wasn't there before...
As I look out of the window
I see that he's returning home
There's a striking difference in the
Outlook of the facade
I hear a slight hum as he
Joins me on the silent baker Street
I've never seen that key before,
Why does it glow?
The door of the blue box
Seems so be locked
You have the key
Try it in
Door clicks open
We step in
A journey begins