Future
He lay there, almost asleep - but he wasn't, was he, because there were differences. Even if you weren't a doctor - no breath issued from his lips, no pulse pounded in his neck, and if you had an eye for detail you would see the absence of blood in his cheeks, his lips. There was no mask this time, no smoke and mirrors. This time was for real. Sherlock Holmes was dead, and this time there would be no return to life, no dramatic re-entry. The curtain had fallen, and it seemed that our actors got not what they deserved.
