"Today has passed one month since Sherlock's death and I'm not able to talk with anyone about this yet, the only thing that I'm able to do is write here, in this blog, that anyone sees because he's dead and we don't have more cases, because there's no more "we". If you're reading this you may want to know that this is my last post here. I don't want more memories of him."

After writing this post, John went to visit his old landlady, Mrs. Hudson. She was sad because of Sherlock's death but she was passing through this much better than him, she was their landlady after all.

Oh dear! How are you? – Said Mrs. Hudson said happily trying to cheer up John.

Hello Mrs. Hudson, how are you?

Better. And you?

Fine, too.

Have you talked with Lestrade lately?

No, why? Something wrong?

Oh no! I was just asking! I want you to be happy and I'm glad that you talk with me, but you should talk with someone else…

I know Mrs. Hudson but I don't want to talk with anyone right now.

Okay dear, don't worry. Do you fancy a cup of tea?

Yes, sure.

When John went to his new house he got a shower and tried to sleep. His new house was really small, with old furniture and a television. It had only a desk, his computer and some shelves with his books.

He was not pleased with his new house, it seemed like an only bedroom with just a TV and some shelves. Even the bathroom was small and this entire house was more expensive than his old flat, where he used to live with Sherlock.

Sherlock was living in the St. Barts, the only place where he knew for sure that John would not go. Molly was really helping him with his hiding; she was the one who bought food for him, the one who helped him to fake his death. If she wasn't there, he probably would have truly died.

Sherlock, it has been a month since your death. Moriarty is dead and John is no longer in danger, don't you think it's time to tell him that you're alive?

Molly, it's still too soon. Only a month is not enough to make sure that all Moriarty's web is destroyed.

But you have not discovered anything in a month, what makes you think that you're going to find out something now?

Maybe if I wait another month all his web can be destroyed by its only weight. Don't you think?

I don't know Sherlock; I just think that one month is enough to torture someone making him think that you're dead.

Maybe Molly was right, he had been really bored for this month, and he missed his friend. But even though he hadn't left the St. Barts, he didn't leave John totally, he has been observing him from the distance; he knew that John moved out a week after his death to a small house near Camden Town and he also knew that John has been visiting Mrs. Hudson once a week.

As usual, John didn't sleep that night, he was tired but every time he closed his eyes the only image that he saw was Sherlock falling down the building. It was the worst nightmare made come true. Nevertheless, he still thought that Sherlock was alive; he could feel it in his heart.