"Hey Sherlock! Got a case!" said John. Sherlock grabbed the phone eagerly. He hadn't had a case for weeks, and it had been getting to his head.

Sherlock,

There's been something going on that church, Whitechapel. The bodies of prostitutes have been found ripped apart, with organs taken from them.

This is like some sort of sick wind-up. The only person who could have done this would have been…well…

Anyway, meet me in Whitechapel at 10.

Lestrade

"Whitechapel?" John asked. "Isn't that where..you know…the creepy murders took place?"

"Yes," said Sherlock grimly. "Come on John. We're going to solve a case."

"Sherlock. John."

"Hey Greg," said John.

"Hello," said Lestrade. "You've seen the post, haven't you?"

"Yes. Listen, what's this ripping apart stuff about?"

"Found just last night. It seems impossible though…"

"What? What is it?" asked John.

"…that only one murderer would come back from the dead," said Lestrade. John stared.

"Y-you mean…?" he stammered, trying to make sense of what Lestrade had just said.

"Jack the Ripper no doubt," said Sherlock.