"Someone you loved"_Lewis Capaldi

How did John get here? He asked himself. How he let her_those wild eyes! _talk him into this.

"Look, it's probably nothing. But we had this cryptic text message. If this is a prank, well we'll have wasted everyone's time. But if it has answers…"Lestrade gritted his teeth.

"Then we'll finally have peace." John scoffed heavily through his nostrils. What Greg was suggesting was hilarity at its best. In a way, he felt affronted by his optimism. Sherlock's death would never have any closure_even with all the answers.


When Sherlock couldn't see John in the restaurant anymore, he lost all hope. Or rather he abandoned it. Death was creeping icy fingers.

This time he knew there was no one to turn to. His eyes rolled in his head. And just like that, with no one to save him, he was going under.


A splash. An echoing, terrible splash. Turned John and Lestrade's heads at the same moment. John felt a feeling of instant dread. This was nothing. He told himself it was nothing. A cruel game_just like Sherlock's life had been.

"Sir! There's something in the water!" Sally's voice, cutting the cold air_steel on paper.

John gasped. His heart was a stone in his chest. This may be nothing a trick of the brain.

But he was someone he'd loved. Brother and yes, damn well his best friend!

He loved him still. If there was even the faintest chance that the answer was here_

Lestrade leaned down on the shoreline, shining his torch into the dark water.

He found a video camera instead.