"You can stop the joke now guys." I was fed up. Ever since... he... well, he's gone, and no-one remembers him. No-one remembers anything, apparently. They must be joking; who can just, well, disappear without a trace? Seriously? I am the only one who knows his name, knows everything about him. Mrs Huddson, Molly, Sarah, everyone. And that's not all. Mycroft has gone on 'holiday' and Lestrade isn't at the station. I searched yesterday. I just laughed when Donovan asked who on earth he was. Ha. Very funny.
"What joke, dear?" Mrs Hudson asks.
"John, what are you talking about?" Molly questions.
I sigh. "Are you serious? Do you honestly not know who Sherlock Holmes is?" It took a lot just to say his name. I'd locked myself in my old flat for weeks, and when I come out, no-one can remember the world's only consulting detective and the people who know him best are missing.
"Who's Sherlock, John?" Sarah says by my side.
"My best friend." I whisper and walk out of the room.