My take on season three of Sherlock! I am so excited and can't wait for the fall 2013! So I decided to do a little deduction from what the creators said and what I know about the characters. Time to find out! WARNING: DO NOT READ if you have not watched season two or the ending.
SF
It has been two months since the funeral. I have gone back to the Physiatrist in the hope that I can clear my head of those fleeting images.
My name is John Watson, and my friend Sherlock Holmes, is dead.
I hadn't been back to His flat since, well that morning when it all happened. Mrs. Hudson has called me several times so I can help her clean His belongings up, but I never got to it. I have abandon the Blog because of the muck Moriarty and spread about Him. So I am back in my own flat and has kept my distance from everyone.
But this day is different I can feel it. The sun is peaking through the dreary clouds of London, but why? I go through the memory for the millionth time, sitting there at my desk hold the bridge of my nose, but then it hits me. It's amazing the feeling in my chest when it hits me. Oh my god, I never got to read his pulse, all the time... I reach for my phone to call but as a grab for it, it rings. It's Mrs. Hudson calling me. I press the call button, "Uh, hello Mrs. Hudson I-" she cuts me off, "John get over here now, you'll want to see this." I jump from my chair, "Mrs. Hudson are you okay? Whats wrong?" Mrs. Hudson exhales and says quickly, "I'm fine boy, just trust me." I stutter and tell I will be a few. I shove my phone in my pocket and grab my coat and I walked out of my flat slamming the door behind me. What is wrong? Is she hurt? What ever it is she seemed like it can't wait.
Omygodomygod sooo short oh well! I guess this is just an opening little.. thing. Please Review!SF