I looked at the plain flyer and looked at the door of 221 Baker Street. I knocked on the door and it was opened by a little woman.

"Oh, hello. Are you here to see Sherlock?"

"Who? No. I'm here to see your empty room for 221 B. I take it you are Mrs. Hudson?"

"Yes, I am. And you are?

"Cornelia Hanson. Sorry, no. Wrong lifetime." I took a breath and said my real name. The one that the Doctor never heard. "Michaela Hughes. May I see the room now, Mrs. Hudson?"

"Oh, yes. Sorry dear. Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Yes, please. I just left the last home I had because the owner had died." I hadn't told a lie perse, but I needed a reason to be here.

"Oh, I'm so sorry dear. Here's the key, now you go right on up the stairs."

I walked up the stairs and found the room and unlocked it. I looked at the room and was mildly surprised. It was simple, clean and it looked almost as if it was bigger on the inside. I had a kitchenette and plenty of space for my stuff and the place was big enough that I could park the T.A.R.D.I.S. inside without too much of a worry.

I called down the stairs "Mrs Hudson? I'll take it, but I need to ask you a few questions about payment."

"Alright, dear. We can negotiate the rent."


"So it's settled then, I fix whatever breaks in this house and I do three quarters of the housework including Mr. Holmes's flat. And I get paid £200 every two weeks. Deal?"

"Oh, very well. Just don't let him treat you like a maid."

"Don't worry, If my ancestors' anger doesn't kick in, my American dignity won't allow it."

"Oh, In that case, alright. I'd love to see Sherlock get the better of you." replied my new landlady with a weak laugh "But I hope he doesn't make you leave because of his ways."

"I doubt that he could ever make me leave. I've lived with geniuses before and I never left." As soon as I said it, I felt that wound in my soul open again as I said "The last one I lived with kept me as a companion for years before he died of old age. He left me everything except closure. My heart…"

Mrs. Hudson reached across the table and squeezed my hand "feels like it can never be healed?" I nodded my head as she comforted me. Eventually she just held me in her arms and rocked me as I cried for the first time since my Doctor died. I felt so alone until she pulled me to my feet and said "I'd better let you get settled. Your Doctor was lucky to have you, but he'd want you to live a good life in his memory. Its what any man would want for someone who loved him like you did." After saying her piece, before she walked down the stairs she turned around and said "I'll make out your work schedule and you can start work next Monday. I'll introduce you to Sherlock tomorrow. He's been away on a case in the States, but he's coming back to follow up on a lead here."


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