I imagine John Watson thinks loveβs a mystery to me, but the chemistry is incredibly simple and very destructive. When we first met, you told me that a disguise is always a self portrait, how true of you, the combination to your safe β your measurements. But this is far more intimate. This is your heart, and you should never let it rule your head. You could have chosen any random number and walked out of here today with everything you worked for. But you just couldnβt resist it, could you? Iβve always assumed that love is a dangerous disadvantage. Thank you for the final proof.