Oh my god, I had so much fun writing this! It kinda flowed.. I have so much inspiration to write on with this story, I could put Katy in every place I want, muwhaha! Haha I'm sorry, I'm talking crap.

I'm well aware by the way that I used the present tense in the begin of the story, but I hope you guys would forgive me for that. I try to work it out the next chapters, okay?

I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did writing it!

My father died when I was five years old. Mum said he was using drugs and alcohol at the same time, and that was fatal for my dad. Although I can't remember him very well, I never thought he was an alcoholic or an addict. It seemed weird, but I never doubted my mother: why would she lie? I mean, she had known him for over twenty-five years and probably knows him better than anyone else in this world. I know they were close: they went to primary school together.

I always thought that was sweet. You know one person for about your whole lifetime, and you marry him and give birth to his and your child. That's true love, isn't it? I've always looked up to my mother and father: they were and will always be my models. But something has changed, and I don't like it very much. No, I don't like it all.

I am carrying a big and obviously over-packed bag on my back, because of the Change. Yes, it deserves capitals. I'm heading for the 21:25 train from Cardiff to London. I've bought the tickets already, and yes, there is the train already. I'm taking a seat on the left side of the train and it's not that busy. I have expected the train to be packed full, since I always have bad luck. I put my bag on the seat next to me and I close my eyes.

Aunt Patty, she lives in Cardiff: I had visited her, didn't know anything about my mother. I figured as a sister of my mum, she has to know something, right? That would be logical, but unfortunately, there isn't any logic in my life since last week.

Aunt Patty is a fifty-three years old, eight years older than my mum. She is kind of tubby, but the nicest woman I ever knew. Aunty is single, but has no intention to be in a relation. She is quite happy with her flock of sheep. You could tell she was beautiful in her younger years. She still is actually, if she would lose the weight. She has blonde, wavy hair that reaches to her neck. Patty and my mother are very close, so I suspected she had to know something. But no, Patty was surprised to see me and was a little put off guard when I told her what happened. She offered me food and a place to spend the night. Naturally, I had accepted that offer.

Now, a day later, I'm on my train to London. I figured there was something to find there, because mummy was on a trip to said place, a month before she disappeared. That's right, she disappeared. Nowhere to be found on this world planet. At least, not yet. I am searching for her, all over Britain. I started in my hometown: Ledbury. All of our family friends knew nothing. They were always a bit startled if I told them, and of course, they were concerned about me. Now that my mother disappeared and my father is dead, nobody is taking care of me. Well, that's not entirely true. I take care of myself, and I am succeeding so far.

Of course, concern is absolutely logical and an entirely rational feeling towards me, but I find it unnecessary. I've had a job since I was fourteen, and I've saved since. I could always look after myself when I would buy things such as clothing. Of course, like every sixteen year-old girl, I love shopping, it's just that I could keep my under control while wandering around the shops. I've never used ridiculous things as make-up, I find them extremely annoying. Then again, I'm too lazy to put it on every single morning.

Of course, you would expect me to cry when I found out about the Change. The truth is, I haven't cried since eight years ago, when my dad died. I find that confusing, because Aunt Patty did cry, and she wasn't even there when my mom disappeared. I think it's just not sinking in, yet.

I place myself on a bench, right under a tree, after I wandered around London for a bit. After reading a sign, I know that I am in Regent's Park. It wasn't till I sat down on the bench, using my bag as a pillow, that I realized I was exhausted. I remind myself that I haven't slept very much since last week, and this was the time to do it: it had became dark already. I move around until I find myself in a comfortable position, and let myself sleep a little.

Unfortunately, I couldn't sleep for very long. At least, it didn't felt that way. I hear police sirens and see blue lights everywhere. I open my eyes and force myself to look up, and see that there are a couple of police cars almost 10 meters away from me.

I felt excited, because I've never been at or been nearby a crime scene before. Curiosity won, and I carry my bag on my back again. I walk over to the scene and I see a woman with dark curly hair standing. "I'm sorry, you can't pass through."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is it a problem for me to stand here, though? I've never been so close to a crime scene." I said, with a puppy-dog smile.

I saw a taxi stopping nearby, and I hear the dark-haired woman groan. As she did this, my curiosity begins to grow. A tall man with a long coat, dark curly hair and with beautiful cheekbones stepped out of the cab. On the other side of the car, another man did the same. Only he was a little shorter, maybe as tall as my dad - if I remembered him, with blonde hair and took steady strides. He seemed kind of… military? Could you be military? I don't know, and I couldn't think of about it for long, because the tall man was talking to me.

"You, yes, you. You are not a homeless person. Nor a runaway. You have money, a lot actually for your age, since you were on the train today. But why would you be here, if you weren't?" The man said, the question clearly to himself. He said it looking a bit confused, and observing me at the same time.

"Let her alone, freak. She clearly doesn't want to talk to you." The woman said with an annoyed tone, but the man ignored her.

"That's because I didn't run away," I said, with a smile. I found it quite amusing that the man would find me interesting, but couldn't figure me out. To be honest, I was a bit startled to hear that he knew I was on the train today, but I decided I wouldn't give any attention to that.

"Err, Sherlock. The case?" The blonde man asked who clearly was surprised that the tall man found me interesting. Sherlock. That's a weird name.

"The body will not go anywhere, John. Plus, this case is only a six."

"I am, in fact, a homeless person. But –" I was cut off by a man with grey hair.

"Sherlock! I need you inside, now, " the grey-haired man said, and almost immediately the blonde and the tall man walked over to him. The tall dark-haired man shot a short glance at me, though, before moving. I smirked and walked away, but stopped when the woman said something to me.

"Hey, girl. Do you need a place to stay, tonight?" She hesitated at first, but that melted away when she saw my appreciative – at least, I hope it looked appreciative – smile.

"Yes, please."

I took dad's hand when we walked over to our house again. We were laughing, and I hugged my mom when I smelled cookies. She let me choose a cookie and turned on the television for me, as I sat on the couch. My dad suddenly sat next to me and caressed a hand through my hair. I was laughing until I felt another hand, but that one was on my lower back. I didn't like the feeling: it wasn't a caring touch, it was a needy touch. It became worse and worse and I heard whispers in my ear.

"Why are you laying on the couch, babe? Well, I don't mind a little change."

I open my eyes and see eyes that were unfamiliar to me. I screamed as I jumped off the couch, as the other man screamed at my reaction. He had black hair and to be fair, he looked quite stupid.

"You are not Sally!"

"No, obviously. Who are you?"

"I... No, who are you?" He tried to say it calmly, but he clearly was trying to control himself.

"I'm Katy."

"And what are you doing in Sally's house?"

"Well, I'm homeless and Sally invited me to her house for one night." I confessed, almost whispering. "She said I could sleep on the couch, but she had to do some paperwork before she could come home."

"Right…" He said cautiously, observing me. I felt his eyes gliding over me, and coughed in reaction. I wasn't comfortable with him, at all. If he would be here at this time, he would stay all night. I decided that I didn't wanted to be comfortable, so I grabbed my stuff, put it in my bag and grabbed my coat.

"Will you thank Sally for me? She's nice, you're lucky to have her as your wife." I said, when I noticed his wedding ring. Why did he blush while I said that? Weird… Well, he was a weird man.

Then, of course: just my luck, it began to rain. I put my coat on, and went outside while the weird man was standing in the doorway. Just when I stood outside saying my goodbye, Sally stood in front of me.

"I'm sorry, I have to go." I said hastily, not sure what to say to her.

She brought her hand up to her head, to scratch it, I thought I couldn't put much thought in to it, because then I saw: she wasn't wearing any wedding ring. There was no tan line and no ring on the other hand either.

"My god! You sick, sick people!" I was almost screaming, but to be fair: they deserved it. It was disgusting, nobody deserves to be cheated on. I almost ran away, if I wasn't wearing that bloody heavy back.

I'm not sure it was the rain, but I think I saw a boy, yes, I definitely saw a boy. But it wasn't the boy, which was weird. It was what he did: he snapped a couple of pictures of me and Sally, well, I wasn't sure. The boy confirmed my doubt when he saw that I saw him, he immediately ran away. I knew I couldn't catch him, so I just yelled.

"Hey! Why do you run away?"

No reaction.

"Please! Stop! I don't know where I am, could you at least tell me that?"

He was at the corner, when he stopped. He hesitated at first, but then walked over to me.

"Hi," I said. "I'm Katy."

"I know."

The boy wasn't really a boy, anymore. I found him rather attractive, although he was soaked. His brown hair was the colour of chocolate, his eyes were... wait, were they green or grey? He was a bit taller than I am, his clothes were not expensive, even Katy could tell that with her bad taste for them.

"What's your name?"

There was that doubt again. He was working for someone, obviously.

"Jamie."

"Hi, Jamie. Do you know where I am, or possibly could sleep?"

Smart move, Katy. He was already hesitating if he could talk to me, and I'm pushing him. He turned away, but stopped when I put a hand on his arm.

"No, wait! I'm sorry. Is there anything you could do to help me?"

"Er, yes, actually. You need to come to 221B Baker Street tomorrow. Doesn't matter when: just come, okay?" He smiled, and then walked away while I stared at him until I couldn't see him anymore.

I walked away, trying to find a dry spot or a bench I could sleep or sit on. I decided that I would go in the morning towards this so-called '221B Baker Street'.