Ok guys! Here is another chapter! :D I just kinda didn't do the soundtrack thing here but if you want me to just tell me to in a review and I will quickly add it. So I just wanted to say thank you to Chloe for the tremendous review, it really motivated me into writing this, and since I now know of the demand I will try and update more frequently. Just letting you guys know, REVIEWS HELP. :D So here it is, sorry for the mistakes. they are there because of lack of a Beta, so if any one wants to, Pm me.

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"According to the tales in my grandmothers rezervaţi-poveste..." Lulu trailed off scrolling down the page, her eyes squinting with focus. Sim snuffed and wiped her face with the back of her hand. "What is it Lulu?" Lulu bit her lip skimming the page further. "Well... A golden wheat field symbolizes birth... or no... rebirth? Dumnezeu cel Sfânt! This old language is so confusing." Lulu grumbled and flipped the page. Sim sighed and stood up. "Let me see it." She gently pushed her friend out of the way to look at the old document.

"Naştere is birth... and tha- well continua de deschidere means not reopen... but continue opening... I don't know. You're right, this is confusing." Sim looked further on the page but the wording still made no sense. "People actually spoke like this?" Lulu's eyes widened in amazement. "No wonder they died in their twenties." Simza snorted at the comment but immediately returned serious.

Lulu continued to skim the page, her blunt fingernail underlining the curled lettering. "I don't know..." Simza said, discouragement plain in her voice. "Its not that important. Its only a damn dream after all." Lulu looked up for a moment then stood and tuned to her friend, her face serious. "Simza, you must never say things of that nature. Remember what our parents told us! Visele sunt ferestre de talpa. Dreams are windows to the sole. You must never forget." Simza looked Lulu in the eye communicating the unsaid then gave her a curt nod of understatement. "Good, now." Lulu said beginning to buckle down. "Let's figure out what this fucking thing means."

Holmes sat on his fancy upholstered couch watching the dust drift in the beams of sunlight. "Holmes, after a statement like that, you need to clarify." Watson sat opposite him, his cane between his knees. Holmes shrugged and batted at the dust, much like a cat would. "Holmes! Stop acting like a child!" Sherlock lowered his hand and turned to face him. "Then stop treating me like one."

"Alright, as soon as you start acting like an adult." The corner of Sherlock's mouth twitched. "I will when you treat me as such." Watson sighed. "Really Holmes! Its childish to start a paradox." Sherlock slacked his jaw a gave a pouty *phtah.* "Well maybe I won't paradox if you don't counter my paradox!" Watson gave a cynical smirked and nodded in desperation. "I can see what you're doing here, Holmes. Well it won't work." Sherlock raised his eyebrows. "Oh really. Please alert me as to what I'm doing."

Watson picked up his cane to let it lay next to him on the couch, then leaned on his knees to exaggerate his point. "When some of that magnitude is said Holmes, its is taboo to let it hang. Its unhealthy." Sherlock let his shoulders slump in surrender. "I know feelings aren't your forte but we must continue where you left off." Watson leaned a little more forward to encourage him. Holmes let out a sad sigh.

There was a pregnant silence. Holmes twitched his foot as he felt Watson's intense glare on him. "Come on Holmes. At lest tell me what you meant." Holmes calmly nodded.

"We may have not been inseparable but she was my muse. And now without her, I find myself... less." Watson looked at his sad partner in confusion. "Less? Less of what?" Holmes grumbled in annoyance. "I don't know! Just less." Watson then nodded, finally understanding. "There is a void in your heart." Holmes looked down, suddenly feeling very small. "I guess..."

Watson reached over to pick up his cane, once grasped he levered himself up. "You know this is something that everyone goes through." Holmes sighed, quickly stood and shrugged. "Yes, well. That doesn't make me feel any better." Watson smiled and patted his friend on the back. "I know old pal, but you'll get through this." Holmes nodded and started walking out of the room. "So, do you care to explain about the Moriarty cases?" Holmes livened up when it was mentioned. "Ah yes!" He began to strut in the opposite direction. "Follow me."

After several hours of interpretation, Lulu had seemed to come to a conclusion. Sim sighed as Lulu looked from her notes back to the book. "Yeah. So I believe I'm done." Simza raised her arms and gave a sarcastic laugh. "As that being the fifth time you've said that, let me hear you're result this time." Lulu looked at her friend hopefully. "I have read through it all, checked, rechecked and compared. This is really my final." Simza nodded, sitting down on a cushion. "So let us hear it."

"Alright. So the Golden wheat field means birth. And from the wheat field there is continuing of a passage, or a journey." Simza nodded, looking up at her friend. "The lack of touch means purity, or innocence, the starry night means clarity and... hmmmm... well this was the interesting one. The cherry tree..." Lulu read off to herself for a minute than looked at Simza in almost a dramatic manner. "The cherry tree means love."

Simza's eyes snapped up, glazed with cynicism. "Oh how... plain." Lulu scoffed at her. "Plain. You think that's plain?" Simza shrugged. "As I said, it was only a dream. Dreams may be the window to the sole but I just can't go around chasing my fantasies." Lulu tutted her friend, setting the book with her notes down. She walked over to Simza, folding her arms in front of her. "This will never end until you make peace with it." Simza shrugged and stood up. She wiped her skirt off then quickly brushed past her friend. "There are chores to be done. Come, we have wasted enough time." Lulu grabbed her arm before she could leave. "One more thing Simza. In your dream, when he touched you, and you woke up... embracive awakenings can mean many things, and most heed danger. It is clear to me there is a long journey ahead of you, full of life and purity and innocents..." Simza looked at the ground, a light fog covered it from the crisp grey morning. Lulu's voice traveled to a whisper eluding fear. "Please Simza, you must be careful. I know not of your dangers, but they may be vast."

Simza stood there, silent for a moment. Then broke from Lulu's grasp and walked away.

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P.s. Sorry about the terrible Romanian translation. I mean no offense to anyone. I used google translator and honestly (i was bluffing my whole way through) lol.