Dear John,

Don't be so sad, it's so boring, don't you think?

It was all a dance. It had all been a glorious, wonderful dance with pretty pretty lights and carefully sought out music - I was particularly proud of the sirens, thought they added a nice touch. It's all about touches, little things that normal ones don't notice. Or the good ones either. I thought Sherlock would have noticed the little packet in the back of my hair, carefully hidden there but then I guess he was more distracted by imagining the noise that his brilliant head would make as it hit the pavement. Splat or squish?

Sorry, sorry...too soon?

Anyway, a clever, clever little friend of mine rigged that little gun - your Sherlock was never one for violence really, was he? Not inflicting it himself anyway, he seemed to enjoy it happening to other people after all. A nice little bang and all I had to do was fall back and think of England. The fake blood stained my best shirt. Pissed me off a bit actually but what can you do? Sometimes one has to suffer for one's art. Or make someone else suffer. Which is preferable, lets face it.

So, basically, I'm back. Fooled you. Did you think you were safe?

What could I want, you're probably asking yourself about now (am I right, Johnny boy? Did I get it right?) what could I possibly do to you now that you've lost your BFF? Oh I've watched you mope about John - the limp's back again, I noticed, it doesn't suit you but neither does that hideous jumper - watched you avoid the flat, watched you avoid going even anywhere near the place where he fell, where the Richenbach did. Does it hurt, John? Do you still tear up? Get a lump in your throat?

How are the nightmares coming along?

Why am I doing this to you? Because it's as close to fun as I can get with him gone, John. We should get together some time; tea, scones, the whole sh-bang. Wouldn't that be just lovely? Just darling? Just cozy? Me, you, an open fire, a cold body at our feet...

Oh, by the way...I have your sister, John...quite the talker, isn't she?

Ta ta!
Love
Moriarty.