In the Baker Street living-room, John was sitting by his desk. He was reading again, old Sun issues. On the front page, there's the photo of Sherlock wih his hat. He cut the picture with scissors, and put it in a scrapbook full with similar papers about his friend's death. He was so foccused on his work, he didn't heard Mrs. Hudson coming up.
« -Oh Doctor ! You shouldn't do that, it hurts you. » She closed the album and John stood up.
« -Do...do you miss him Mrs. Hudson ?
-Your therapist thinks it'll be good if, if you can say his name, you know... »
The Doctor couldn't stop starring at her.
« -Sh...Sherlock, do you miss him ? » His voice was shaking.
« -Of course I miss him . But, it's been two months now, it is time for you to pass over it, to move forward,to...
-I've never met someone like him, Mrs. Hudson. Someone as intelligent, as brilliant as him. How do you want me to go to work, every morning to see children, whose mother is too worried to accept they've only go the flue ? I discovered so many things with him ! I enterred Buckingham Palace, I've explored the most prestigious offices of the City, I even could enter a research lab of the ministry of defense. Normal life is nothing compared to what I lived with...with, Sherlock Holmes. »
Someone knocked on the door. Mrs Hudson came out, letting the visitor enter.
« -Doctor it's for you. I'll come back for tea, in two hours. »
John Watson was watching the people through the window. He heard an erotic breathe behind him. He wide openned his eyes. He could have recognize this ringtone among thousands.
« -Hello, Doctor Watson » She put her phone back into her pocket.
« - What are you doing here ? (he felt he was blushing)
-I need to talk to you. About Sherlock. »
John sat on his chair.
« -May I sit down ? » Watson approuved and was starring at The Woman.
« -John,...He is alive. »