"Andy is seven years older than me," Elise began. "He had blonde hair, blue-grey eyes, tall, with braces and glasses. He was a really nice boy, friends with all the girls, hardly dated though."

John nodded. "Can you tell me about the night of the murder?"

Sherlock stopped outside Elise's door, listening in.

((FLASHBACK, Andy's POV))

"Oi, Andy!"

I look up from my book, marking the page with a sticky note. "What, James?"

James was a boy with blonde-brown hair and green eyes. He and I hang out together a lot because we were both kind of shunned from the other boys back in primary school. "Rebecca and I are having a study session, you want to come with?"

Shrugging, I pick up my bag. "I guess."

((END FLASHBACK))

"Then Andrew went to Rebecca's dorm…"

((FLASHBACK, JAMES' POV))

Andrew Holmes was awkward. For a while, everyone asked him if he was related to THE Sherlock Holmes, but once they found out he was only a nephew, they stopped asking.

But I was pretty excited when Rebecca asked me to study with her. Rebecca's not particularly good looking, she's got this amazing hair, but she's also got glasses, and braces and a bit of acne. Kind of the female equivalent of Andy.

Which reminds me, Andy was feeling pretty low this week; earlier he had a row with his sister. No idea what it was about, but he seemed a bit shaken up. So I invited him to come study with us.

A half-hour into studying (we were studying for a theater class, and Rebecca knew absolutely nothing about LSoH) Andy got up.

"I'm going to go get some oreos." He announced.

"Why…?" Rebecca asked, looking up from a diagram of Audrey II.

"I need oreos when I study." Andy explained, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. So he grabbed his coat, shut the door, and left.

We didn't quite worry about him until Rebecca and I noticed that he had been gone for three hours.

Rebecca grabbed her phone. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"Calling the police." She replied, holding it to her ear.

"He probably just got distracted, come on!" grabbing her hand, we raised out the door, running through the campus towards the shop.

We circled the store a few times before Rebecca started screaming.

Andy was lying in the bushes, surrounded by a pool of blood.

Trying to keep my cool, I checked for a pulse. Nothing. So I pulled up his shirt to try and perform CPR and gasped.

Someone had carved- literally CARVED a Roman numeral 3 into his chest. "Rebecca," I began to sob. Here was my best mate, dead. "Rebecca, call the cops."

((END FLASHBACK))

Elise sat on the bed, her face devoid of emotion. "…and then the police told Dad, and Anthea and they called the school." She looked up. "…and then Dad knew I was in danger, so he sent me here."

Author's Note

...and the long awaited next chapter! Send more reviews, my lovely friendly friends!

...and oreos! Lots of oreos, since Andy never got his. *evil snicker*