A/N: So this is the first time I've ever tried doing a 221B, where it's got 221 words and the last one starts with B. Because it's Thursday. So Happy Thursday, and tell me what you think! If you come up with ideas for any others, I'll be happy to receive them, too. ^-^
No one was sure why he had left his home; they just knew that, somehow, he had ended up in their place. He had come into town one month earlier, like the stereotype of a tall, dark, mysterious stranger. He was even from a foreign land. He'd come walking into the police station at two a.m. asking for a place to sleep, if it wasn't too much trouble, so they had put him up for the night, expecting him to leave in the morning.
But he hadn't; instead, he had stayed there like he was waiting for something. When they asked his name, he told them it was John, but they all secretly agreed that he was probably lying. They didn't pry, though, leaving him to his own business. As it turned out, he was a damn good detective. One day, he helped them catch an assassin, of all things, and that night, the sheriff found him up on the cliff.
"What's your real name?"
"Does everyone know it's fake?" She nodded. "Are you going to let me leave without telling you why I'm here?"
"Nope." He stared out into the valley. And then he told her why he was there; he talked for almost an hour, telling her everything. She nodded slowly, and then said,
"You need to go back."