John:

"JOHN! I'M BORED!" my best friend and the worlds only consulting detective shouted across our rather small flat. His boredom had become a daily thing, each time he tries to combat it in a different way. "Just a second let me check something." I shouted back.

I pulled out my rather large jet black laptop. My blog was already open in a tap so it made it just that little bit easier. I took my time scanning over the many cases people put on the blog. Hoping their problems will be solved. But often that wasn't the case. Many of the cases Sherlock deemed boring or 'to easy'.

Once I pulled up a few interesting ones I went over them. Each labeled differently and by different people. The first one was labeled My Mother Has Gone Missing. The second labeled My Son Ran Away.

The final really took me by surprise. I would have just passed it by seeing it as a child seeing a disappearing act for the first time. But their was a video. It was taken by a night vison camera. The footage was grainy but I could make it out. A small shadow cast by a lamppost in a matter of moments turned into something like the shadow of a human. A young boy was spit out of the shadow. He couldn't have been more than 11. On his small frame a over sized aviator jacket hung like it would on a hanger in a closet. This one was named The Disappearing Boy. Their was no way to contact the sender. A bit like the person was challenging us. Challenging us to solve the case.

I picked up my laptop and walked in to the sitting room where Sherlock was playing darts with a picture of his brothers face as the target. "That was much longer than a moment John." he commented. "But it was worth it." I showed him the cases and his face lit up.