After my death in 1930, I have been haunting the world in hopes of seeing my works of Sherlock Holmes immortalized on the big screen. I may finally put my weary soul to rest knowing my work has been placed in the capable hands of Guy Ritchie, a most peculiar name for a Scotsman but capable nonetheless.
There is a slight air of fraternal bondage between Watson and Holmes (Watson being more akin to my personal experiences as a doctor) akin to a house on fire.
May my soul return for future adventures of my Holmes and Watson!