Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes or any characters from the show or book series. I only own the storyline (The storyline of this came to me in a dream, but didn't originally involve the characters from the show) and any characters that I have created myself. All rights of the show belong to the BBC; this is merely a work of fiction written for the fans merely based upon the show.
Chapter One: The Hyde Park Wanderer
"Excuse me Miss," a man said, " Miss?" In that moment I woke up. The bench on which I was sleeping was making my backache with pain. The air was cold and the night sky was only just waking up. I assume it was early morning because people were out for their morning strolls or runs. The person standing in front of me was a police officer.
"Yes Sir? What can I do for you?"
"You can't sleep here Miss, you need to find somewhere else to sleep"
"But I'm not homeless Sir"
"Where do you live then? I can get you escorted back to your residence"
It was then that I realised that I didn't know where I was.
"Sir, where am I?"
"Hyde Park"
I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that I could get home from here. I look around, trying to find anything familiar or noticeable. But nothing registers.
"You alright Miss?" The policeman asked, concern ran throughout his voice
"I'm sorry, but Hyde Park?" I question
"Miss, do you know where you are?" He queried
"Yes, Hyde Park in Sydney"
The policeman looked at me as if I had gone mad. Then the radio on his shoulder sounded
"Sergeant Higgins, have you removed the young girl from the park?" Sergeant Higgins picked up the radio, but I could see the fear and hesitation on his movement. He slowly clicked down the button to respond. "Sergeant Higgins, do you copy?" The voice at the end of the radio questioned.
"Can you please send a car to Park Lane as soon as possible"
"Roger that, vehicle has been dispatched"
"Come with me if you will Miss"
I stand up and stretch for a brief moment. Then follow in pursuit of Sergeant Higgins. He seemed to be perplexed by me. I don't know what I had done; I was just here in the park, minding my own business. I don't understand why I had to come with him. As we walked, the buildings on the opposite side of the road caught my eye. They were a lot different to the last time I had been here. In fact, a majority of the park was completely different.
"Where am I?" I asked, I looked around, starting to panic, as now everything was alien to me. I realised I had never been to this place before.
"Sir, where am I?" I said, almost begging he tell me. A police car came towards us. He was still ignoring my plea. He then turned around and grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the car.
"Sir, I beg of you, please tell me where I am!" I cried. We had reached the car and another policeman got out of the passenger side of the car and opened the back door on the same side. It took both of the officers to get him into the backseat, as I was screaming and kicking, trying to escape their grasp.
"Just tell me where I am!" I screamed. Before the officer closed the door, Sergeant Higgins looked me in the eyes, more confused than ever. With that he finally gave me an answer
"Hyde Park, London."
A wave of panic and shock came over me, causing me to stop struggling against the policemen. They then shut the door. Leaving me in the back seat, staring into space, wondering how on earth I was in London.
"Miss, I am going to have to ask you to put on your seat belt," The officer asked.
I hesitated at first, but then reached out for the buckle and pulled it across my body and clicked it into place.
"Am I really in London?" I questioned anxiously, knowing that they probably think I am either drunk, on some sort of drugs or downright crazy.
"Yes Miss, you are in London, now I am taking you to your residence, so if you could kindly tell me your address, it would be off much help" The driver of the car politely asked.
"I don't have a home to go to Sir"
The officer looked at me, puzzled by my answer. "You sure? You must have a home or a place to stay at least"
"I don't Sir" I replied
The officer kept driving, thinking to himself. I wondered what was going on.
"What's your name kid?"
I was hesitant to answer. "Clara" I stuttered
The officer stopped at another set of lights. He looked at me in the rearview mirror and gave me a look of disbelieve
"What's your last name?" He asked, curiously.
It was as if time stopped in that instance. I asked myself what my surname was, but nothing came to mind. I don't remember. I delve deeper into my mind, trying to find something. A place. A person. But once again, I was offered nothing.
"I don't know Sir"
The officer pulled up to the police station, it was barely a five-minute drive away. The sign at the front the building said "New Scotland Yard", and the building behind it was just a massive glistening castle of glass. The officer parked the car and asked be to get out. Without questioning him, I proceeded to get out and stand. Expecting him to grab my arm like Sergeant Higgins had done, I stood still. But he didn't. He walked past me, now seeing his title and name being Sergeant Tull
"Follow me please," he said
As I followed Sergeant Tull, I realised that I knew nothing about who I was. That all I knew about myself was my name and how old I was. The feelings of knowing only that made me feel somewhat alien. Not knowing why I was here, a million questions were running through my mind.
We reached a desk, a woman wearing a suit and reading glasses behind the desk greeted Sergeant Tull as he strolled up towards it.
"Morning Brad"
"Morning Lucy, how are you this morning?" Sergeant Tull asked
Conversation between these two continued, but I wasn't paying attention. The only thing that caught me was a man, marching down the hallway. He was tall and had a black coat on that flowed behind him as he strode past me. But it wasn't that that caught my attention, it was the stare he was giving me. It was as if he was reading me, like you would a book. The man that walked with him was considerably shorter and he carried a bag at his side. The thing about those two men was that they didn't dress like all the other people that worked around here. So who were they?
"Lucy, I have a young lady here who goes by the name of Clara. She was found in Hyde Park about 10 minutes ago sleeping on one of the benches, can you please give her something to eat and drink while I go and find someone to talk to her?"
"Sure, Clara do you want to just follow me?" Lucy asked, as she got up from her desk
Without saying anything, I followed her towards a door, which opened up to a cafeteria. Not many were here, but still enough to look busy. The smell of bacon and eggs almost made me drool.
"Help yourself to whatever you need, grab a plate and serve yourself up some breakfast sweetie" Lucy said, the shrill of her high-pitched voice making my ears tingle a little. I grabbed a plate from the pile and served myself some bacon and eggs, along with a cold glass full of apple blackcurrant juice. I find Lucy among the sea of table and sit opposite her. As I ate my breakfast, Sergeant Tull had come into the room and walked up to Lucy and pulled her aside. I ignored it, thinking that Sergeant Tull fancied her and was asking her out. Lucy returned to the table, but she didn't sit down.
"We have got someone to talk to you about how you came to be in Hyde Park, grab yourself a bottle of water and come with me"
I stand up quickly, taking my plate to the cafeteria lady and grab myself a bottle of water on the way back to Lucy. We walked out of the cafeteria and down a wide corridor. Lucy and Sergeant Tull stopped at a door, which was labeled "Interrogation Room No. 5". I begin to panic. My hands begin to shake. What have I done to have to be interrogated? Did I break a law? Lucy saw the panic written on my face.
"Sweetie you haven't done anything wrong okay?"
I nod, and grab the door handle, but before I pull the handle down, I turn to face them both. "Thank you, means a lot"
"No problem kid, just be weary, this bloke that is here to speak with you actually asked to"
Confused and slightly worried about what he had just said, I open the door and step in, and there he was. The two men that were in the hallway before. I walk towards the seat opposite them and sit down. The shorter one with blond hair was the first to speak
"Hello, my name is John Watson and this is my friend-"
"Sherlock Holmes", the tall one with dark hair interrupted.