Chapter 2

I was four blocks away from 221B Baker street, when the horse carriage suddenly stopped. I stuck my head out of the window, to see what was going on. There was blood on the street right in front of the carriage. A young girl was laying dead in the blood. But before I could think it thought, I recognized the young girl, her red lips and her long blond curly hair, and at last, her beautiful body. It was Emily. Emily was the dead girl laying on the ground, but why, and who did it. I jumped out of the carriage right away. The police had surrounded the hole area, even Watson was there, I walked over to him, but it was like he couldn't see me at first.

-Watson?

-Oh, Holmes, you're here.

-Yes, I was feeling perfectly fine, oh and before I forget it, I have to talk you after this, okay.

Well, don't just stand there, tell me, what was the cause of her death?

-She's been stabbed down from behind 13 times, but her wrist is also cut and with the same knife. It looks like the cut in the wrist was made first.

-So that must mean that before he stabbed her... and after he couldn't just have cut her in the wrist without she would had noticed it. He must have drugged her in an ally, and then he had cut her wrist, and then he just let her bleed to death. But without any pain.

-An amazing conclusion Holmes. Now's the only question left, who did it.

-Good question Watson. See you at home.

-But Holmes, aren't you gonna finish this case?

I didn't answer, I just walked away thinking about the mysterious man from the carriage. He seemed so familiar, like I have met before, but where? When I came home, I walked directly over to the living room or more my thinking room with all my experiments, It's also where I past out. I closed the curtains like they were last time I saw them. I turned around and saw a bottle ethanol standing on the floor, and I remembered what happened, and what Watson had done for me. And without thinking more about it, I sat down in my big red chair and made myself comfy. At the same time a little bird flew up from behind my chair, It flew around in the room in about an half hour, till it finally got tired and came down to the floor. In the same minute Watson tore the door open, and began to yell at me as always. And of cause the bird flew up and started making noise again.

-Holmes, why did you just walk out on me like that? And now that I think of it, when in the world have you ever left a case unsolved? Seriously Holmes, what has been wrong with you this last few days? Answer me Holmes.

-Fine, do you really wanna know what's going on inside of my mind? Then fine... I have had dreams, or more likely nightmares, about a man killing over and over again, but it doesn't hurt. Watson, it's driving me nuts.

-I don't think I understand, you're having nightmares about a man killing you, and you can't feel any thing when he kills you, I can't really see the problem in that.

-The problem is that it's like I have met him before, it's like I know him from somewhere.

-I see, when did this called nightmares start?

-About two days ago, why?

-Nothing, it's just that if we are going to solve this little problem of yours, it's important to gather some facts, for example, how did that murder of yours look like?

-I don't know.

-You don't know, how can you not notice the face of a man who is killing you?

-What I meant was that I couldn't see him, he always stands in the shadows, but there was one time when the room got brighter, a part of his face got visible, but the only thing I saw was his grey eyes.

-I'll take that as a no. What about the place, where were you in your dreams?

-The first dream I ain't really sure about, but if I should make a guess I would say a kind of hallway. The second dream was ether in a basement or a jail cell.

-Haven't you had more dreams?

-I said it has going on like this in two days, not more.

Watson began to walk back and forth, thinking about our little discussion. Not that I'm some kind of mind reader, I could see it in his face, the movements and the wrinkling on his forehead. I think I'm spending to much time with him, but in the end I wouldn't have it any other way. It was getting late and Watson needed to get home, if he should be able to get some sleep. It was about midnight when I finally fell asleep.

-Well hello again my old friend.

I was dreaming. It was his voice, the man from the shadows, he was talking to me.

-Well, aren't you going to say something or what?

-Who are you... Let me see your face?

-Did you really think is was gonna be that easy, well, you were wrong.

I was standing in some kind of warehouse or something, there was a lot of different sizes of boxes standing around in this big building. Some of the things in the building was also covered by white curtains.

-answer me, who are you?

-Oh me, I'm just an old friend of yours.

-Why do I keep seeing you in my dreams?

-Because I'm the case your never solved.

-What do you mean about "the case your never solved". I have solved every case I have meet on my way in life, so what case are you referring to?

-That you have to find out for your self.

After that he disappeared out in the shadows.

-Holmes...? Wake up...

-What... Why are you here, but more important way did you wake me up?

-Holmes you're not gonna believe what happened to me on the way back home yesterday. I met the police inspector, and he told me that the stabbed down girl reminded him of another case two years ago. He also said that you were involved with the case, so how can it be that I don't know anything about it?

I knew what he was talking about, I just had forgotten all about it.

-Watson you're a genius.

-Thanks... Again why is it that I'm a genius.

-The dream, the unsolved case, but the big question is still standing about who that guy is.

-Holmes... what is going on?

-See Watson let us start with the dream I just had. I was in some kind of warehouse, I talked with the guy hiding in the shadows, he said that the reason about me seeing him in my dreams, is because he's the case I never could solve. I didn't remember any case that I hadn't solved, but you my friend, just lifted a little part of the mystery. And about the unsolved case, it also about a girl who got cut in her wrist, before she was stabbed down in her back 13 times, not more, not less.

-But why couldn't you solve the case?

-Because there wasn't enough evidence to arrest anybody, that's why I never finished the case.

-But what are you going to do about it now?

-I figure it out on the way.

After that I ran over to get my jacket, and then I made my way over to the police station, with Watson just walking comely after me. When I arrived, I ran over to talk the police chief into giving him me his keys to the criminal files. It didn't really work out like I had planed, but I, or Watson had thought of a backup plan. We are going to pick the lock into the criminal files, the only problem now is to detract the security police man who is watching over the files, and that's were Watson comes into the picture. So while Watson is distracting the security police man, I'm gonna pick the lock open, find the file about the case two years ago, give Watson the sign that I'm done, and that's the plan. We followed the plan down to the last detail, and it actually worked.

-And what now Holmes. You have the files.

-Here is what we're gonna do, we're going to solve this case.

-But Holmes, it's two years ago, and even then you couldn't solve it, so how are you going to solve the case now?

-I don't know, but there's one thing I know and that is, that you and my intelligence are going to blow this case away once and for all.

-Year... you just get started with that while I take a little walk...

-Do you have a date?

-of cause not, I'm way to busy to have a girlfriend.

-Oh come on Watson, you can't lie to me. Cause If you were telling the truth you wouldn't go for a walk, you hate going for a walk, but because you were lying so badly and couldn't think of anything better then going for a walk, I would guess you're a bit late too. But that's only a guess.

I smiled and grind a little.

-Fine you're right, happy now, can I go?

-Yes, sent her my greetings, see you in the morning I suppose.

-Of cause.

Watson grabbed is coat from the table next to the door,and rushed down the satires. In the rest of the night I was siding looking the hole case throw until I fell asleep.

-Well hello again, how do you do?

-Perfectly fine, thank you.

This time I was in a dark room were I couldn't even see one little bit of light. The only thing that I was pretty sure about that was in the room, was the man hiding in the shadows.

-What now, I have the case file that I couldn't solve two years, but there is one question I keep asking myself, why are you involved in this case?

-Cause I hired the murderer who killed the three girls.

-Wait a minute, did you just say three girls?

-Yes, but only two of them were found.

A spotlight turned on, and it pointed down on me.

-Tell me, how can I figure out this case?

-You can't... you'll need help, a lot of help. But don't worry, you'll figure it out, and who knows maybe we will meet again, but next time in the real world.

The spotlight was turn off and on again, but this time it wasn't pointing down on me, this time it was shining down on a door standing 2 feet away from me.

-If you go through this door you will return to the real world, but before you that, do you have any more questions that's involved in this case?

-Only one, why did you kill Emily, why that girl?

-Because she reminded me of my wife that died in a fire five years ago. Are we done here now?

-Yes, we're done.

I began to walk towards the door when It began opening by it self. The most powerful light was coming in through it, I didn't look back, cause I knew that I needed to get out through the door as fast as possible.