"Holmes! Are you all right?" Watson called from the outside the room.

"I’m fine," Holmes said as he stared at his image in the mirror. His image is now an image of a...five-year-old boy. His features were soft, innocent, and boyish. He also realized that his voice had changed back to the high pitched voice that he use to have when he was very young. "Watson! Watson! Please get in here!" Holmes yelled.

Watson rushed in and gasped. "Oh, my! Holmes, is that you?"

Holmes nodded and he lost his cool again. "What the hell is happening to me?!" he asked. Watson shrugged helplessly.

"Holmes? Watson? Anybody home?" Lestrade called out as she came through the front door without knocking again.

"Les...Lestrade?! I can’t let her see me like this!" Holmes started to panic. Without a word, he gathered up his nightrobe, but then Lestrade came straight into his bedroom before he could escape to anywhere.

"Oh, my God! You look so...so...cute, Holmes! Looks like my wish came true."

"Well, I... Wish? What wish?" Holmes and Watson looked at her.

"Well, I just wished that Holmes would be a little boy again and it came true!" Lestrade clapped her hands in delight.

"Lestrade, so you have seen Holmes in his five-year-old look, why don’t you change him back?" Watson asked tiredly.

"I’ll change him back, but not now. I’ll change him back tomorrow," Lestrade said.

"What?!" Watson exclaimed.

"Never mind, Watson. Lestrade, I’ll act as a boy for today and you just please wish me back to normal tonight. Is that a deal?" Holmes asked.

"Tonight?" Lestrade thought for a while. "All right."

"Now, as a boy in the 22nd century, what do they usually do?" Holmes asked.

"Play. But first... we need to get some clothes for you."