I opened the door to see who I at first thought was a small child, about half my own height, features obscured by too large of a jacket, a thick muffler, and a wide hat.
Instantaneously, the garments flew up into the air. A streak of blue light rocketed around the room, darting in and out of each corner, before settling on the arm of the sofa Holmes was resting upon, all before the garments crumpled to the floor in a pile.
"Astonishing!" was all I could say.
Not only was I bewildered by the creature's speed, but I'd never seen such a sight before as the vivid blue hedgehog sitting on its hindquarters beside Holmes. And then it spoke.
"So, this is 221b Baker Street, huh? Way past cool! It's just like you described it in those stories you wrote, Doc. Pretty happenin' crib, I gotta admit. Bullet holes in the wall are a real sweet touch."
"Quite remarkable," said Holmes, much calmer than I.
"The raddest, most baddest, detective mind of all time, Sherlock Holmes. I got a major problemo, bro, and that big, bodacious brain of yours is the only thing that can help me."
The tall hedgehog spoke what sounded like English, though some words and phrases he used hit my ear like a different language altogether.
"You know who I am, but I have no idea who you are," said Holmes. "Though it's quite obvious you're... not from around here."
"Sonic's the name, and lightning speed's my game!"
Just then, our landlady Mrs. Hudson arrived with a tray of tea. She screamed when the tray disappeared from her hands. The streak of blue sped around the room again.
"Milk? Sugar?" came Sonic's voice. "One lump or two? Thank you, Mrs. Hudson!"
When Sonic stopped, he was sitting beside Holmes again, he, I, and Holmes were all holding steaming cups of tea, with seemingly not a drop spilled, the tray was set squarely on the table in front of Holmes beside the Persian slipper stuffed with pipe tobacco, and Sonic was wiping crumbs of scone off his cheeks.
To the credit of our landlady's strong constitution, she did not faint. She merely backed out of the room on shaky legs.
"Think it's best if I go have a lie down."
"Now then, Mr. Sonic," said Holmes. "I hope you'll at least slow down enough not to speed past any details of your dilemma which may prove significant."
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