Have to hide. Have to hide. Sherlock kept saying to himself. Tears were still rolling down his face. He couldn't have John killed. He would not let anything happen to him. He ran into someone and kept going.
"Excuse me?! Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." He rushed away through an ally way. Have to hide. Have to hide. Sherlock couldn't think clearly. He kept walking. He didn't know where, but he knew he had to find somewhere soon. He thought about Moriarty and John and more tears met his eyes. He stopped and caught his breath. He heard a train in the distance. He started towed the sound. He would catch a train and get far away for here. Maybe get on a boat to a deserted island or something like that.
Sherlock tripped on train tracks and just laid there. He shook it off and stood.
"Hello?" A man's voice came from the far right. Middle aged, big dog, kids, lost a wife, no losing her.
"Are you okay, sir?" He came closer to Sherlock. Sherlock didn't move, just stared at the train tracks at his feet.
"I'm fine. Could you point me to a train station?" Sherlock wiped the tears off his face and glanced at the man.
"Oh. Head that direction." He pointed to his left.
"Thanks" Sherlock mumbled. He walked slowly away. Wondering what would John do for the next few years without him.