He opens the door to see Mary.
Mary is dead.
John had never felt so lonely. He saw Mary everywhere. Greg had given his condolences. Hell, even Anderson and Sally had. But he hadn't come. Sherlock hadn't come.
"That's fine." He had spat the words in front of had nodded when he had asked her to give Sherlock the message.
He hadn't seen him since.
Sherlock ran across the stairs of his palace. His palace was erupting in the tumult of knocking. He knew it was Mary.
He was accepting it. Sherlock Holmes dead while doing the thing he loved the most. Working. He didn't care.
Norbury pulled the trigger.
And Mary jumped in between-
"Sherlock you killed me." A voice erupted, and it was Mary's samepitchsamequality-
Sherlock ran with more speed. He had to escape. The man was all but trapped in the folds of his own mind. No amount of morphine could save him from this.
"Stop running Sherlock."
He was screaming.
"Save me John." Then he remembered. John hated him now. He had killed Mary.
Every window, stained with blood. Mary asking him to stop.
Chaoschaoschaoschaoschaoschaos
And then the staircase ended. Sherlock stood before the last door. The one that he had never opened. The entrance of his mind palace. He had closed his emotions inside this building, if he got out he would lose control...
"Stuck, Sherlock?"
No. Absolutely not. He grasped the knob and pushed it open.
And stepped outside.
It was scaringly beautiful. A green empty plain. Rain was falling on his messy hair.
And before him she stood.
The door behind him closed.
"Sherlock." Mary said.
"Please Mary..."
"It wasn't your fault."And Sherlock inches closer to her. He can't touch her, there is an invisible wall between them. It is raining where he is and it isn't on her side.
"It was my choice."
Sherlock leaned his head on the wall.
"Mary you..."
"It was coming for me, Sherlock, with my past."
He was sobbing his heart out.
"John, its Mrs Hudson." Molly called out.
"Tell her, no."
"She says its an emergency."
John cursed and picked up the phone. "I said, no."
"John please, he keeps screaming Mary over and over-"
"Good for him."
John slammed the receiver.
"You were chasing me." He tells her.
"That are your own thoughts. Do you think I would chase you for being alive?"
He took a shuddering breathe.
"Come back for John. Please."
She smiled and began walking away from him, leaving him screaming behind her.