"I didn't even know you'd died till after you came back! Charlie couldn't figure out how to tell me in the, what, an hour - and half the time I staked the corpses for you and the other half of the time I stood watch - and you were the one who convinced me to move there! Because of Mom and Phil, you said, they needed space, we could just go live with Charlie!"

"Oh, believe me, I remember the episodes of House," says Sherlock. "And the magic belt. It's obvious enough by now that you have an internally consistent history. —Juliet, do you write your notebooks in code?"

"No. Aurora does that. I never had to. If you present me with a notebook in code I won't have a clue how to read it."

"One time when I was nine I read them and I didn't even understand it but you spent all month developing a code I couldn't read anyway," grumbles Soph.

"When you showed me your notebooks, you taught me the cipher," says Sherlock. "Shall we consult them?"

"At this point it won't surprise me in the least if notebooks in a cipher I cannot read exist and refer to Sophia here," says Bella.

"Fine," he says. "Back to the spying."

"I'll pastwatch the people in the crystal ball, I guess, assuming we're collectively trusting me to produce accurate pronouncements about my observations now whatever I was saying yeterday."

"Whatever you get, it will be information," says Sherlock. "Go ahead."

The crystal chose to show her a lady in the bath; it is inscrutable but not random. She looks for the end of that bath, after the lady's decent.

She is wearing a dressing gown and drying her hair while she speaks with a grey-faced, stringy-haired, obsequious individual in a shapeless brown robe.

"Bath Lady consorts with demons, that's something." Bella listens in.

The robed person addresses her by titles such as 'Your Radiantishness' and 'Your Awesome Majesty'. They aren't discussing anything especially important; she wants him to bring her better skin care products, and he agrees that of course her every whim must be carried out immediately and it will be done at once, and so on, and so forth.

The minion has gone, presumably to shop; the lady is going through her closet to pick out a dress.

And another hour?

"...Following the lady too far forward gets me Showering Dude. I'm going to skip backwards, see if I can catch the changeover..."

And there it is: after the lady put on her dress, before the man got in his car, she glowed briefly and transformed into him, complete with a change in wardrobe. He looked around in apparent disorientation and then walked away.

"...Bath Lady can glow and turn into Shower Dude. Apparently what they're wearing is tracked separately. I don't really know what to make of that."

"Well, look, if they were in the crystal ball they'll be important but that doesn't mean they have anything to do with me - why don't you pastwatch me -"

"Track backward from the present," says Sherlock.

"Hey!"