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Chapter One

The moving truck slowly came to a stop. The breaks squealed, and the driver held out a grease-stained hand. Isabelle Rose thrust her hand into her pocket and pulled out the correct amount of change.

"Thank you." She spoke to the driver. He grunted in response and accepted the money.

"Now hurry up and get your stuff out," he snapped in a gruff voice. "I don't got all day, miss!" Isabelle rolled her eyes and threw the door open, slamming it behind her. She went around the back of the truck and removed her suitcase from the back. As soon as she closed the door, the truck engine roared and the sped away. Isabelle flipped up her middle finger to the truck driver as exhaust enclosed her in a blanket of smoke. While she was coughing, she had not noticed that a well-dressed elderly lady had approached her. A frail hand tapped her on the shoulder.

startled, Isabelle spun around, coming face to face with a smiling lady.

"Hello, dear!" She said enthusiastically. "You must be Isabelle Rose." She extended her hand to Isabelle, still warmly smiling. Isabelle shook her hand and smiled back. "Yes, I am." She replied politely. "You must be ." The lady smiled and nodded her head.

"I was so happy when you called about renting 221c." She said. "It'll be nice to have a woman around!" She laughed loudly, clearly amused. Isabelle chucked with her awkwardly.

"Well then, if you need anything, I'm right upstairs!" She smiled. " oh yes, and there are two other men living in 221b " she continued." John Watson is a fine fellow, very nice." nodded. "But you'll have to excuse the other, Sherlock." She frowned at this last though and continued, " he's not the best with human interaction!" And with that she waved to Isabelle, telling her she'd be by later, leaving Isabelle to find her own way to her new home.

Once inside, Isabelle instantly saw where she would be living. On a door at the end of a long hallway were the letters "221" and then "C" written in a fading Golde n script. For the first time in a long time, Isabelle felt safe. She felt that she was finally home.