Chapter Two.
-WHAT?
~John we need to talk. -SH
-WHAT?
~John I understand your response, just let me explain. -SH
-WHAT?
~John are you quite alright? Have you gone into shock? The shock blanket from our first case together is on top of my wardrobe. -SH
-SHERLOCK HOLMES
~Yes? -SH
-SHERLOCK HOLMES?
~Oh god, you're broken. Please stop being broken. -SH
-Where are you?
~I can't tell you -SH
~I'm so sorry. -SH
~I'll be home soon? -SH
-You better be.
-How soon?
~Tomorrow? -SH
-Not soon enough.
~Sorry.
~For everything. -SH
-We'll see.
~John, we do need to talk. -SH
-You need to come home. Then we'll talk.
~I'm trying. -SH
-Try harder.
~Don't you want to know how I did it?
-Do I want to know how the one thing, one person who saved me from the darkest time of my life, made my life worth while, and gave me a reason to wake up in the morning – even if I hadn't slept because of their violin playing – confessed to me that they were a fake, tried to convince me that our entire time together was a lie, and then fell to their death in front of my eyes; managed to pull all of it off?
-No.
~John I really am sorry. -SH
-Why did you do it?
~It's a long story. -SH
-Bring milk. X