He walked out of the hotel room and stood by the door for a minute. Was it a good idea? He wanted to go back but not like this. He
had to hide from Sherlock, he had to be quiet and careful. He took a deep breath. "Maybe I'll make a walk first before I go" he thought
and headed to the stairs. He waved at the receptionist as he was leaving and she looked at him surprised. It was only 7:30am. "She
must think I'm crazy going out so early in this weather" he laughed. "...And she's right, I am crazy..." It wasn't raining anymore but the
humidity in the air made it hard for him to breath. Thick fog was covering everything and he had to look down on his legs to walk
without falling into something or even someone. He put his hands deeper in his pockets. "Come on John, it's not that cold. You've seen
worse!" He walked and walked for several minutes but when he saw the door of 221b in Baker street he stopped. He stood behing a
tree and stared at the door. He wanted to run, open that door and rush into the stairs to Sherlock's room. He closed his eyes and
pictured the scene: Sherlock's standing in front of the window staring at the street when John walks in and runs towards him. Sherlock
opens his arms and then... No! John opened his eyes. "I'm not here to see him, no! I have to fight the urge to see him. I'll just stay a
few minutes with Mrs Hudson and that's all. Just a few minutes with the woman" Carefully he crossed the road and stood outside the
door. He was ready to knock when suddenly the door opened and Mrs Hudson appeared with her hands open ready to give him a big
hug. "Oh you came! I knew you'd come. You're such a good young man! Thank you! Come...Come inside please, it's cold outside" She
took his hand and closed the door behind him. "I did as you told me. Sherlock's still in his bed. You don't have to worry he won't notice
us. Sit down by the fireplace. Look! The cake you asked me! Do you want some tea my dear? Of course you do, look at you! You're still
freezing!" John was not talking. He just stood there with is hands still in his pockets wondering what was Sherlock doing upstairs. Mrs
Hudson thought she made a start by making him come back home for a visit. She knew very well that John wanted to come. He wanted
to feel Sherlock's presence. He wanted to breath the air he was breathing. He let the woman say all the kind of things she wanted to
say and he was just smiling at her politely. When he finished his tea he stood up. "I'm sorry Mrs Hudson but I have to go. A friend of
mine is waiting for me in the hotel. Thank you so much for the lovely talk. Maybe we could do that again sometime!" His voice was
trembling and he had no idea why. Maybe because he was lying. He had nowhere to go, noone was waiting for him. He just wanted to
get out of this house. "I'll tell you what by boy" said Mrs Hudson, "you want to come back, I can tell. This is your home and it always will
be. The door is open for you. Here's your key. Just take it. Keep it in your pocket. If you feel the need to breath the air of Baker street
again you know that you have a place to stay. Now go!" She smiled at him and kissed his forehead. John rushed out of the door. The
fog was gone and some drops of rain kissed his face. "Goodbye Baker street" he said and took the road to the hotel...