"No, you're right it's too late, but if I'd met you when you arrived I would have recommended it at the time."

"If I had realized sooner how far from home I had ended up I would have done the same." No need to mention that getting Holmes to comply with a quarantine with so much novelty to explore would have been much harder than pulling teeth.

"I'm going to have dinner and go to bed," Beretn says. "This office is manned by my colleague Risan while I sleep, so if you're still feeling quite awake I can pass you over to her."

"That would be very good, thank you," says Watson, whose circadian rhythm is currently at "early afternoon".

Risan comes in a few minutes later and Beretn performs introductions and disappears to go have dinner across the street.

"What have you been covering?" asks Risan, putting up her hair in a ponytail and peering at the records the secretary shows her.

"Differences in medicine between here and where I was educated, and I observed him with some patients."

"Where were you educated?"

"London, but I expect you haven't heard of it."

"I haven't," she agrees. She goes in to perform some maintenance tasks on the fellow with the crush injury.

"I'm told it's common to live with one's teachers while a student. Should that happen here, or should I stay in my current temporary lodging?" He asks when she's done with the maintenance tasks.

"It's not common here and I don't think either Beretn or I has the space. Arrange that separately," she advises.

"I shall. Any particular places I should look at or avoid?"

"No, apart from your own personal tastes in the matter."

"Okay." He should probably get some food, and then he can go back to observing Risan.

There are plenty of places with food, and they will serve him for free.

This is an excellent and no longer surprising feature of this place. He gets something that reads to him as lunch.

They have invented the sandwich, after a fashion - more like a pita pocket, full of hardboiled egg and interesting sauces and fried vegetable slices and salad. There isn't a lot of meat around, although he can find something like chicken with a bit of looking.

Sounds delicious. He asks the food provider if the egg-equivalent is from the chicken-equivalent. It's probably a stupid question regardless of what the answer is, but he's curious.

The chicken-equivalent does lay eggs, and they get eaten, but those eggs are more useful in baking than as whole egg product like what's in his sandwich. They use a different kind of bird to make eggs for eating straight.

That's interesting to know, and also these eggs are tasty. He finishes his pita pocket and heads back to the office.

Risan tells him things and quizzes him as she works, briskly, on each patient.

Watson absorbs things and correctly answers quiz questions.

Meanwhile, Holmes has been walking the streets of the city in a pattern as systematic as their street layout permits, taking in everything. He isn't sure if he and Watson will stay here long term, but if they do he will eventually come to know it as well as he knew London. He still can't read all of the street signs, but that's less of an impediment to building a mental map than it would be for someone else: he remembers each street, not by its name, but by how it's paved and what shops are on it and how it slopes and whether it curves and what sort of people tend to walk on it and what they're doing as they go and the smell of the air and a dozen other things less easily expressed in words.

Nearly all of this round is city, though it has more and less dense sections - some detached houses with trees around them, some tightly packed avenues full of shops and apartments. It has hundreds of square miles to cover.

London is well over a hundred square miles as well, though it lacks the distinction of taking up an entire celestial body. He enjoys the denser sections of the round the best, and spends most of his time in them.