A young, wounded woman sitting on the edge of pavement.
She stares ahead when John arrives.
- God... At last, I found you. – saying he.
- I know you maybe, Mr. ? - she's voice tired. - Are you a doctor?
- You can trust me, miss. And yes, we can say, I'm a doctor. Now,you're safe with me. - saying John and he takes the young woman's pulse.
Then suddenly start ringing his phone.
- Have you found her? - asking a impatient and deep colored bass voice
from the phone.
- Yes, she exactly there where you said. But I'm late...
- The attacker couldn't running far yet. Look around, search for cludes. If you're hurry, we can catch yet the...
- Injured. Has concussion.
Short silence in the phone.
- Has? To the attacker? Great. Then you ask him. I need to know every...
John stop him.
- Nope. I talk about the victim. She has concussion.
- That's fine. Then you can ask her too.
- No, I can't. - answer John and continuing -You don't care the woman, I know, but I do.
- Really?Go on then and chatting with her or something... You doing, what you doing always, John.
But don'tforget the informations. This is important...
- Important? For the God sakes! - John gets angry - She is the victim,she was attacked and she has concussion. I'll not torture her, just because needs some stupid information ... Understand?
- I go there.
- No... - he can't finish, because the voice in the phone exits.
John turn his head at the young woman again. He look at her with apologising and he put back his phone into his pocket quickly.
- Can you walk, miss? I think, we can't be here over too long time.
- Your friend is policeman...? - she confused a bit, but she start a question.
- Yes,almost,but he's not totally... - John helping to the woman stand up.
- He said, he'll come...Should we wait for him?
- By no means. Now you needs rest. I'm a doctor, belive me. If you
would meet with a man like my friend, this meeting worsen your
condition.
-Worsen from him my condition?
-Indeed. He can destroy any healthy human nervous system,if once somebody meet with him face to face.
- Destroy ? Sure, this is just exaggerating.
-You're wrong. Why? Because, miss, he is the great Sherlock I was his flatmate. I speak from experience. Better for you, if we not wait for him. Right?