John Returns to 221B
John slowly opened the door to 221B Baker Street. It was the first time he had been back since Sherlock had jumped of the roof and John still hadn't accepted that he was dead. "Mrs Hudson?" John called out. No reply. 'Good,' John thought 'I want to be alone. He made his way slowly up the stairs into the kitchen.
When he reached the kitchen a surge of emotions rushed over him. The eyeballs that Sherlock had been experimenting on were still in the microwave. John felt weak at the knees. He hadn't expected to be this bad when he returned. He knew he was going to be sad but this sad? He pulled out a chair, sunk into it and rested his head on the table...
John woke with a start. He looked around for the thing that woke him but saw nothing. He heard a noise from the living room. He recognised it but couldn't place it. He had heard it a little while back and he was sure it was a sound that was familiar to most people. John slowly pushed back his chair trying not to make a sound. He stood up and slowly walked towards the living room. When he reached the living room he stopped and stared. Not believing what he was seeing, he closed his eyes thinking his brain was playing tricks on him. When he opened them the man was still there and he was still playing the violin. "Ah John. I was wondering how long it would take for your little mind to find me."