PurpleBeauty97

London 1897, It was another cold, rainy day, and eight-year-old Olivia Flaversham woke up with a head cold which prevented her from paying Basil of Baker Street a visit and playing with her friends, so her father, Hiram Flaversham, and Dr. David Q. Dawson both advised her to stay in bed until she recovered in which she did. That afternoon, at the Flaversham’s residence, Olivia was in her room, fast asleep in her bed, still in her nightgown, cuddling her teddy bear that her father lovingly stuffed for her, and her blue Tam O’Shanter hanging on her left end bedpost for comfort. She felt lonely, isolated in her bedroom with only her widowed father working as well as looking after her since her mother passed away from childbirth, and no friends to play with considering her temperature, but she smiled at her letter of well wishes from Basil and Dawson, which she put down on her bedside table to the right hand side of her bed and raised her tin mug of ginger tea, sitting beside the