But as she sat there damply, a dim shadow appeared on the nearby shore which slowly resolved itself into a Victorian era carriage. Painted in large letters on the side were the words "SCHOOL BUS". The vehicle's door opened and a tall spare man with hawk like features stepped down and faced her.
"Good day to you my lady." Said the man. Could you please tell me where I am? A moment ago I was in a peasoup fog in London trying to find my way back to Baker Street. The coachman made a left turn at Albuquerque St. and suddenly I find myself here...wherever here is. Oh by the way, my name is Holmes, Sherlock Holmes."
Forest Lady gasped in surprise. " Mr. Holmes," she said. "I have certainly heard of you, and am delighted to meet you but I simply have to ask. Your conveyance says School Bus on it. What School does it represent?"
"Oh" replied Holmes, "Elementary my dear Lady".