I want you flat on your back. Helpless, tender, open with only me to help. And then I want you strong again. You’re not going to die. You might wish you’re going to die, but you’re not going to. You need to settle down a little.
When all else fails, there are two men sitting, arguing in a scruffy flat, like they’ve always been there, and they always will. The best and wisest men I have every known. My Baker Street Boys, Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson.