[Stephen moved his cape--or did the cape move by itself?--as he sat down on Dr. Watson'S chair. This was still a really cool thing, admittedly, though he was not prepared for the fact that Sherlock Holmes looked entirely too much like himself. Was he an alternate version of himself? That wasn't helping Stephen's ego in any way, shape or form. He smirked at the thought.]

My presence here can be easily explained. I need your help.

[He tossed the stone back at the detective.]

I've been tracking someone who stole something from my house. They ended up here, but I lost the trail. I was hoping you could help me.

[Rogue sorcerer had managed to steal a very valuable and powerful artifact from the Sanctum and somehow ported into this dimension. Stephen had followed him but indeed, lost the trail. He knew he was pretty out of place and out of his depth, and had seen an errant copy of the Strand floating about. One thing led to another and he found this place.]