Chapter 1: Pilot Chapter-Goodbye

"Goodbye, John." I say. I hang up, throw the phone behind me. I don't want to do this, John, I want to say. But I must. I love you too much. I'm sorry. I spread my arms like wings, and I fall.

Funny how they say your life flashes before your eyes. What I think of now is the plan. Convince Moriarty that I didn't know his plan. (But it was so obvious! how could I not know?) Say goodbye to John. Fall.

The biker will hit John to distract him. I'll fall into cushioned garbage truck, then jump out and pour blood sample on the pavement. I'll put ball under armpit so John won't find a pulse, and try to look as dead as possible. Wait for doctors from the hospital next to me to come. Convince them to say I'm dead. Bury decoy corpse. Finally I'll see John for the last time, and then disappear.

It's all running through my mind as I fall. As John stands over me, I want to get up. I want to hug him, say I'm alright. But I don't. I can't. It'll only mean a bullet in his head if I do. So I let myself be hauled onto a stretcher and whisked through the hospital doors. The doctors take some convincing, but the money I stole from Mycroft helps them see sense. (What Mycroft doesn't know won't hurt him.) I let them measure me for my decoy body. This all seems so tedious. But then I see him.

I see John crying out of a one-way window. John is crying in the waiting room. Over me. The Psychopath of Baker Street.

Why does he care so much? But then, why did I fall for him, in every sense of the word? Love. I did it for love. But he loves me too. I want to run to him. I want to tell him that I'm here, that everything will be fine. But I can't. I love him too much to lie to him like that.

I see him crying, and a single tear runs down my cheek. Donovan may think I'm a feelingless show-off, but that's only around those ordinary people. John is different. He's the one person who ever cared about me. So I love him. I hate to see him so devastated, but it's for his own good.

So I turn away. I wipe my face with my scarf, only blending my tears with blood. I look over the decoy body. It's good enough. Hopefully John will be too teary-eyed to see it correctly. Oh God…What kind of sick sadist am I to wish something like that?

Three days later, I see him with his hand on my tombstone. "Just one more miracle, Sherlock, for me. Don't be…dead," he says. "Would you do that, just for me? Just stop it, stop this..." He turns away, doesn't look back. As he walks away, I whisper,"I love you." I know he can't hear me.

Then I turn away. I pick up my case; take a cab to the airport. The name on my passport is Carlos Wilson. I fly to America. I decide on a little town in a desert in Texas.

"Welcome to Night Vale" a sign says.

Night Vale. Sounds interesting enough.