Even that? That’s still quite different. You’ve still had a say in making it such, to mm... broadcast your work, as you said... To have our stories told for entertainment in other worlds wouldn’t be done by our choice after all.

[He’s definitely taking another sip of scotch, and then another. It was hard enough having to talk about his life, without the possibility of a complete stranger just... knowing it all. Simply because they had read or watched something for pleasure.]

Strangers just knowing everything, perhaps someone even arriving here that knows everything we’ve been through? Everything we’ve done? All my mistakes... Nope— I don’t really like that thought. Not one bit...

Wouldn’t even be right to be upset with whoever it was, it’s not like they could know. I certainly never considered that Sherlock Holmes could be a real person.