Another morning, another empty bed. Emma looked around her room, as her mind wandered back to thoughts of the forbidden love she knew she could never had with the detective. She was with Jim. She had to remind herself of this fact after thinking of the one she had longed to be with for a while now.
Emma dismissed her thoughts once again, and headed out her door. She didn't know exactly where she was going, but she had no plans for today as it was. She found her legs were guiding the rest of her. She contemplated going to pay a visit to Mrs. Hudson, who had been a long-time family friend. That wasn't true. She did not want to visit the kind woman who had cared for her as a child, she wanted to see if her "boys" were present. As she knocked on the door of 221B, she felt the fear flooding through her. Her heart started to beat out of her chest. Would he be there? Her thoughts were stopped abruptly by the door creaking open at the hands of the landlady, who often made it clear of her position in the apartment, dismissing the idea of her being a housekeeper.
