Epilogue: Toby Hates My Story

Toby rolled his eyes when I finished my story.

"I take it you didn't like it." I commented.

"That would be the understatement of the year, cat!" He sighed. "I can't believe I wasted my time listening to that! You're a pathetic lyricist, your story is completely unbelievable, and referring to yourself in third person was ridiculous!"

"It was no worse than your story about what life would have been like if Basil had never been a detective!"

"I beg to differ! It was a lot worse than my story!"

That's typical life at Baker Street: You start out teasing each other mercilessly, get involved in a dangerous case, and end up arguing about whose story is more pathetic, all in less than twenty-four hours.

Oddly enough, I wouldn't have it any other way.