Normally when in the air, Tennyson pulled the goggles he wore on his head down over his eyes. Now it was hard enough to see with his eyes full of tears, and the goggles would have just steamed up.

Tennyson probably could have found the Baker Street address if he were blind along with everything else, but fortunately, he was not. When he come to Baker Street, he lowered himself to his usual two-foot altitude and entered 221.

"Holmes, it's after four. I think we ought to go search for the boy."

"I believe you're correct, Watson." Holmes agreed. "Kids, we had better--"

"Whee-urrr-eeep!"

"Tennyson!" Deidre cried, standing up and going to the door before anyone could move.

Upon opening the door, she found her younger friend looking up at her. His eyes were red and puffy from crying.

"Get in here!" she snapped, reaching into the cockpit of his hoverchair and pushing the ‘forward’ button. "Goodness, Tennyson, what's happened?"