I couldn't believe my eyes. Especially since the thing that I was seeing was completely unbelievable.
How was this possible? He was dead, I saw him fall off of a building and die. I saw the body and I saw the blood. What was happening?
My best friend, Sherlock Holmes was stood right in front of me and all I could do was say, "Hi".
How was that going to help the situation?
My ears were pounding and I was still a bit woozy from all the drugs that the crazed man in the building had given me.
"How are you John?" he asked me.
And all I could say was, "HI".
"I realise that this may be difficult to understand. Or even to believe, but what I did. I did for you."
I tried to breathe, but it was hard to and i could see was his pale white face in the darkness of the night. "For me?"
"He was going to kill you. Kill you all. And I couldn't let you die, you're ... you're like a brother to me Watson and I don't want anyone to hurt you. Never mind kill you"
"Kill me?" I was seriously confused. By a lot of things actually.
"I can't talk now. It's too dangerous." He said glancing around. He took a step away, but i called him back.
"Sherlock!", he turned. "When will I see you again?"
"Soon John! I promise, but you must promise to tell no one of what happened here tonight. Only that some mystery man saved you and that you can't remember anything else."
"Why?"
"Because I asked you to, John" With that he stalked away into the darkness and all I could see was black. And as far as the police are concerned , that's all I saw.