A story for AlessNox's Sherlock Lunar Challenge, set a little way in the future – well, just over a month in the future!
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't profit, just love writing!
London, February 25th, 2013
The wind howled as John left St Mary's and made his way out onto Praed Street, heading for home. Well, he still called it home, but 221B hadn't been the same since Sherlock left.
Stuffing his hands into his pockets he paused for a moment, looking up at the night sky, squinting at the full moon, watching the wispy, gossamer veil of clouds scuttle across its face. Suppressing a shiver he turned back towards Marylebone Road, and the long walk home, but his steps faltered as, from the corner of his eye, he saw something familiar.
Looking upwards again, this time at the London skyline, grey and ominous, looming above him, he searched for the figure he was sure he'd seen, silhouetted against the moon, curly hair and long coat caught by the wind. The empty rooftops and chimney pots mocked the hope that rose in his breast. Shaking his head he walked on.
On the rooftop, pressed into the shadow of an ornate chimney, the lone figure cursed his carelessness. He couldn't afford to be seen, it would ruin everything. The success of his quest depended on stealth, and sentiment….sentiment!...had nearly been his undoing.
Letting his eyes rove over the bright orb hanging above him he vowed, soon, he would restore to life its natural balance
