Darkness.

Only because I have shut my eyes so tight from fright that I forgot to open them back.

It reminded me so much of those movie tricks. Slow motion, yes? The audio slows down with the image to a point of mockery. Your feminine voice becomes deep and husky and the audience could see the tingling on your cheek as you jump into the air about a foot and fall onto the ground, hard.

It was exactly like that.

Except, it wasn't in slow motion. A loud, VERY loud thud..no, not a mere thud. A KA-BOOM and then force of the bomb coming off in waves and unbalancing my feet. A beige cloth was over my head when I opened my eyes. My coat.

Is it really weird to think about the state of my coat right after a bomb goes off?

Nevermind.

There was ringing noise in my ears as I stood up. My lip was bleeding as well as my cheek. I must have hit my face hard on the pavement. A large fog of dust was spread around like that smoke monster from LOST.

This definitely was the wrong day to wear heels. Dammit!

I backed myself up against a wall to gain some kind of consciousness. My eyes were watery because of the dust, sound was coming back to me slowly. Loud sirens of both the policemen, the firefighters and the ambulances created a collaborative cacophony.

"Simone!" I whispered slowly and begged to whichever deity was listening at the moment to spare my friend's life..and also others' as well, I am a considerate foreigner after all.

I tried to walk towards.. any direction. I wasn't exactly aware of the location of the House of Commons but going into the center of the fog would have been a good start if I wanted to find my friend..or if I wanted to die right away, that was doable too.

I couldn't take even two steps further than where I was. A man bumped into me, knocking me over.

"Hey!" I said.

"Look where you are going!" I continued with the slurriness of a drunkard, except I wasn't drunk. Another man, who was shorter and had blonde hair grabbed me from behind as I was having a hard time getting up.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" The man asked, turning me to face him as he spoke softly.

"Oh for goodness' sake John, let the woman go, she is fine."

The rude man; tall, pale like a ghost rude man with two piercing cold eyes said, untying his scarf and handing it to me.

"There. Wrap this around your face." Purple wool scarf was hanging from his hand, wavering in the air helpless.

"What?"

His head was turned towards the chaos in front of us. When he saw me indifferent to his command, he let out a growl with a sigh and wrapped the scarf around my head, he covered my mouth and nose with it. I could smell the perfume he was using. It was..unusual to say the least but impressive nonetheless. An unexpected glimpse of arousal rose within me.

What? Don't judge me. I am a sucker for perfume.

"Sherlock, what are you doing?" The blonde man said when his friend finished tying the scarf behind my head. I felt like a child, in care of her big brother or father at that moment.

What the fuck was going on?

"Clearly she was robbed and a bomb exploded right next to her..she is in need of our 'help'. " The brunette ghost said, sardonicly. His indifference to my situation could be read from his face but like I said, I was acting like a drunkard, unable to control my actions.

"How do you know she was robbed?"

The blonde man said, helping me stand still by holding me from my arm. Thank you.

"How many women do you know who doesn't carry bags when they are out. And she is specifically exiting the police station. Plus, she is tagged. Look at the back of her coat. Obviously she was followed and mugged." He turned to me.

"They were not very helpful, were they?"

Feeling a little slow, I just shook my head.

"I have to go..and find my friend."I said, trying to get out of the blonde man's grip.

" No, you must sit down. I am a doctor, you might have a concussion."

"Absurd!" Sherlock said, yes I learnt his name quickly. Oh God, that perfume.

" We must take her to a safe place, the police station..a hospital, anywhere."

Sherlock hummed for a second and grabbed my other arm as we started to walk towards the fog.

"You are right, Watson. We certainly must."

"Sherlock!" The doctor exclaimed as we three walked into the explosion area.

What the fuck was happening?