(Irene's POV)

"Sherlock I'm faster than you! Just accept it!" I pulled on my coat to go out eh door and retrieve the morning mail. Sherlock had challenged me to a competition of who could dress and run to the door first. Ever since out wedding a week ago we have been very competitive with one another. I, of course, had won, leaving out the detail that I had already been dressed when he suggested this game to me.

"I'll be right back!" I called to Sherlock. He was just coming down the stairs so I ducked out of the house ahead of him. Snow was falling. People buttoned up their coats and tucked in their scarves. Iran to the mail box on the font step and withdrew the usual; Bills that needed paying, clients that need assistance, but there was one very peculiar letter that surprised me.

A small burgundy envelope with gold lettering was addressed to a Miss Mary Morstan.

Odd, Mary doesn't receive mail often…and not addressing her as a miss anymore!

I turned the letter over in my hands. Maybe I should open it..No, no that would be rude…

I closed the box and walked back into 221 B.

"You know Mrs. Holmes I am under the impression that you cheated-". I shoved the mail into this hand and walked into the parlor. Mary was sitting on the couch reading a book. Doctor Watson had left a few moments ago for his new clinic.

"Mary, you have a letter!" I plopped down next to her. She smiled closed her copy of Hamlet and accepted the letter.

When she read the golden letters her mouth fell open. She turned the envelope over and tore it open holding the letter in both hands the envelope falling to the floor in her haste.

Mary's eyes grew wide and her hands began shaking.

What is going on?!

"Mary?" I asked her putting a hand on her shoulder. She jumped onto her feet.

"I'm terribly sorry Irene" She was fidgeting with her hands, "I-I need to get some fresh air."

She picked up the envelope off of the floor and tucked the letter in her pocket before dashing out of the house.

I sat in stunned silence before Sherlock entered the room, "What's happened?" Concern was plain on his face.

"I-I don't know…"

Is she alright? What's happened? Is someone going to meet her somewhere?

So many questions with no answers.

"I'm going for a walk Sherlock. Stay put!"

(Watson's POV)

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