A girl, a quiet girl with large headphones around her neck, approached the telephone booth.
She had a mobile phone in her back pocket, what need did she have for the booth? Within a few moments, she emerged, and as quickly as she could appear, she left. He entered the booth, and found a single pink post-it note.
I BELIEVE IN SHERLOCK HOLMES.
He barely caught sight of the tail end of her coat as she went to her next destination; a nondescript Chinese restaurant. Now he could see her through the window as she scrawled something on a blue note. As soon as she left, he read it.
MORIARTY WAS REAL.
Following the believer was easy, as she made her way through the city, leaving her little paper trail.
SHERLOCK IS A HERO….
They were breadcrumbs, tiny scraps of paper in a city and world full of people who would walk across them, throw them away, and forget them.
….NOT A FRAUD.
The end of the sentence was in a music shop window, next to the violins on display.
DON'T BELIEVE THE LIES
She was so angry in declaring this to a world who would much rather live blindly, that her scrawl almost became unintelligible. He continued, watching this tiny personal crusade unfold with the upmost interest.
HE SEES WHAT YOU PEOPLE NEVER DO!
She was right.
SHERLOCK I KNOW YOU'RE FOLLOWING ME.
She was right there with a knowing smile and a can of paint, shrugging as he pointed towards the graffiti behind him written in yellow.
WE WILL NEVER GIVE UP ON YOU SHERLOCK HOLMES!