Mammoth Task
Sherlock ventured down a dark alley. It was cold and there was a faint smell of water. I must be raining.
It was harder for him now, what with faking his own death and no John. He tried his hardest to stay in the shadows just in case anyone recognised him – that was easier said than done.
He'd faked his own death for a purpose – to kill Moriarty's remaining men, to ensure that John, Mrs Hudson and Lestrade were safe. – But that was proving more and more difficult every day to be away from 221B.
You could say Sherlock was truly lost without his blogger.