I told him my life slowly but surely. He sat coaxing out the things that I never told anyone. My heart and mind were bared before him like a feast in ...ront of a starving dog. And I felt good. It felt so good to have someone understand and be patient. It felt so good to feel love and tell myself that I could see myself falling in love with him someday even though my logical part of my mind told me I was already in too deep and more in love with him than I had ever been. That logical part of me. Mrs Machin was most understanding, once I explained about 'the vagaries of business'"."Is that what it truly was Ned, business matters?" Matters that arose subsequent to business, to be more precise." Holmes smiled."Well, I personally doubt that. It is my belief that you have been over-indulging, you are late, you appeared washed-out and tired. I detect a case of over-indulgence."Holmes's eye widened, "Ahem, over-indulgence in what Hove?" he asked, in a whisper."That damnable pipe Ned, you. It was one of her favorite departments as she walked into the room filled with beds currently all holding sixteen to eighteen year old patients. Twelve beds with a curtain separating them into six beds per area. Four held sixteen year old young women and six held young men two sixteen , two seventeen , and two eighteen year olds. Alyssa walked the room greeting each patient as most had been there at least a year with an unknown sickness. Brad the eighteen year old ring leader greeted her with. "Chances are that at some point Art saw someone, or was in some way involved with someone high up in the organization. We assume that's the reason they're so intent on killing him. If he had done nothing, he and the surviving slavers would probably have continued working for the organization, maybe even have been promoted, and chances are he would have learned more to be able to help save other girls. But he blew his cover, and almost gave his life when he chose to save Hope. The beautiful.