"Hopefully Watson won't screw up this time and make me fail in another case," I thought to myself as I waited for the bottle rocket to come through the window. "Fire!" I cried. Thinking that this trick would certainly prove my superior wit to the know-it-all lady, I smirked to myself as I waited for her to betray the hiding place. As soon as she turned her eyes to an ugly, old bench in the corner, I thought to myself, "Aha! It worked!" and jumped with great force and grace onto the top of the bench. "What pain!" I thought, and then "What a woman!" as the bench cracked under my weight and sent me crashing to the floor. Forever after that, whenever it rained and my back ached, I thought of the lady, her beauty, her elegance, her luck (for I never once doubted that it was through luck that she escaped that day with her document in hand).