After the Fall
Sherlock had planned everything till now, improvise is the next move. Where would he go, what would he be doing for the next years. He had got his belongings from Baker Street the night before the Fall. One backpack, all the things he would need. He had just enough cash to get out of England, after that, well he didn't want to think about that.
He had to chance if he wanted to blend in, his suit, scarf and coat were in his backpack. He was now wearing some kind of travel clothes, he thought he looked like a homeless but there was no other choice. His wig he had worn for over a month was in a bin somewhere. He dyed his hair last month. It was now dark blond, black would just have drawn attention now. He looked at his reflection in a shop window, satisfied, no one would even think he looked like the fraud Sherlock Holmes. And there he promised he would win this battle. Moriarty might be dead but the web was still there and Sherlock wouldn't stop until it was destroyed. For good this time. So that he could go to John and move into Baker Street again.
I owe you Moriarty, I O U. With that thought he walked towards Kings Cross.