My dearest Watson... We have a problem. It would seem, try as I might, I can't quite figure out how I've gotten myself into such a terrible mess. The future is a frightening thing. I have spent copious amounts of time discovering how to use this, this thing they call a computer, and with my new aforementioned knowledge I am creating a journal to recount my past steps and to tell of those that I will soon take. I trust that you and my older brother will somehow find a way to bring me back, seeing as how there is a rather large likely hood that one of his experiments is responsible for my unwarranted voyage through time, and I look forward to the day I see your long wispy mustache and suffer his peculiarly petulant manner once again.
Sincerely,
The Younger Holmes
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