It was that time of the year when rain fell like a surprise, a curtain of water in a wave of sun, suddenly, crackling on the street. People ran to take shelter, a bag or a newspaper in protection over their heads.
The young woman watched the shining drops, bright beads on the edge of the phone booth, and she wanted to laugh.
Everything had begun under a shower of light like this one.
And everything had seemed to end under one also.
The rattling on the glass stopped, and a rainbow unfurled over the building, in front of her.
She smiled, held out her hand to check it did not rain any more.
- "I'm coming, Sherlock", she whispered.
The sun played in the puddles and in the young woman's amber hair.
It had not ended there.
Oh, no, not at all.
On the contrary, everything had begun after this end.