It wasn't until I poured the second cup, that I realized I was alone.

John hummed a tune to no one but himself as he put the kettle on. he got the cups down put the tea bags in the cups. It seemed to be a normal day at 221B Backer Street.

John had put the water in the cups and then took the cups to the living room.

Sitting in his chair John looked for his flatmate, but he was no where to be found,

No violin playing softly

No one saying the word broad over and over again

No load shots to the wall

No Sherlock.

That's when John realizes he was alone