The rain hammered from every available surface as it dropped from the sky. A woman stood on the curb, holding something in a basket. As the foul weather became worse, she pulled the hood of her coat over her head. She crossed the abandoned street. Almost there. She stood outside of 221b Baker Street and knelt in the porch. Placing the basket of the step, she stroked the soft wriggling fabric. She pulled the fabric and the face of a baby was revealed. Seeing the woman kneeling in front of him, the baby started to wail.
"Shh. Don't cry." She began to sob. "You know I can't look after you."
She placed a small piece of paper and placed it of the baby's shroud.
"I love you. I always will. This is best for both of us."
She kissed the baby's small forehead, tears falling from her cheeks as she rang the bell. When she darted back across the street, her hood fell around her shoulders. Long brown curls and huge brown eyes with long lashes were exposed. As she turned into an alleyway, the door to the house opened. A tall man almost stepped on the basket.
"Who are you, then?" he whispered to the small child. He spied the note and upon reading it, went white.
"You little bugger."