Clifford Roberts
As they stood, some were looking at the river of cars, some looking at the depth below, well aware of the danger that waited.
Raven: Sherlock suited up for the dive. “Are you sure you want to attempt the dive today? Maybe you should do it on a sunny day. This weather condition gives me the creeps.”
Sherlock: “It would be better if you think positive and not let your mind run wild. I’ve given this a ton of thought. I am more determined than ever. The way I figure, if I’m successful I rid myself of the horrible dreams that no one deserve.”
As Sherlock moved over to the side of the bridge, the demon in his mind laughed out loud . . . . like an eight-year-old laughing out loud. He shook it off keeping his focus on the task
As they stood, some were looking at the river of cars, some looking at the depth below, well aware of the danger that waited.
Raven: Sherlock suited up for the dive. “Are you sure you want to attempt the dive today? Maybe you should do it on a sunny day. This weather condition gives me the creeps.”
Sherlock: “It would be better if you think positive and not let your mind run wild. I’ve given this a ton of thought. I am more determined than ever. The way I figure, if I’m successful I rid myself of the horrible dreams that no one deserve.”
As Sherlock moved over to the side of the bridge, the demon in his mind laughed out loud . . . . like an eight-year-old laughing out loud. He shook it off keeping his focus on the task