Okay, here's my part.

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When she woke up, she was relieved that Sherlock Holmes was still there. He was sitting on a chair nearby, busily thinking. She sat up and asked, "Do you know every single thing about me?"

Holmes snapped out of his thoughts, smiled and said, "Not really. You never tell me anything about yourself. The only thing I know is your ancestor was a friend of mine. Sort of."

"Oh. At least do you know what is my character like? Just tell me the truth."

Holmes came over and sat down beside her. "Well... to be honest, you are the total opposite of me. You never give up what you're after and...you are impulsive. And we often clash over how to handle cases."

She thought about Holmes' words; then she began to feel hungry. She looked at Sherlock Holmes and asked, "Know any good place to eat?"

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Now the story is yours....

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On to Part 3!