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"Helen?" James Watson walked slowly into the room, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder. She didn't move, or acknowledge his presence.
They stood in silence for a long while. "What am I supposed to do, James?" she whispered. He could hear the heartbreak in her voice and cursed John Druitt into the fiery pits of Hell for what he done.
"I am so sorry, Helen." Despite all his brainpower, he had no idea how to help her. She had been betrayed by the one person she loved most in the world; how could he comfort her and say everything would be fine when he himself still could not believe the shocking turn of events. John had been his best friend.
Helen Magnus, the ex-fiancé of Jack the Ripper himself, turned to face Sherlock Holmes.
"I'm pregnant, James." A tear slipped down her cheek, "With John's child. What do I do?"
For that, he had no answer.