Rain fell, tears soaking the pavement, but the city remained constant, apart from the occasional umbrella flying away from its owner. Thunder crashed, cackled, and boomed. Lightning lit up faces, drowning everyone in ghostly white light. The thunder, the lightning, the howling wind, my senses were overloaded, and fear gripped me. It took all my strength in my cold, soaked state to make it to the door. I buzzed myself in, as I hadn't done in years. Mrs. Hudson came to the door with fear in her eyes, but as she cast her gaze at me, the fear increased to worry. She gestured me to come in, her brow furrowing, and so I walked up stairs. I was met upstairs by a very surprised man. I almost turned to exit when I heard a voice, that voice, and I felt a gun to my head. "Where have you been?"