Holmes was being tightly bound by fanfiction writers. Mark, Jennifer and Watson were trying their best to peel them off, but they gave up in despair. There were too many girls for them to succeed. "Help me, Watson!" Holmes screeched, trying to pull a writer off his shirt.
There was a sudden flash and two girls appeared. Adeline jumped off Holmes's leg and waved at them. "MMW, finally; I thought I'd lost contact with you." The said girl and her friend emerged from the mist. She was a tall, slender thing with bright blue eyes and blond hair. She had a soft nose and a delicate mouth. Watson blinked in surprise. "Mary, is that you?" He asked in hope. "My name is Mary, but it isn't your Mary. It's Mary Morstan Watson, and that is my friend and assistant Maggie Tan. We are here to rescue you." The girl said. The writers looked at her in surprise. "But I thought…" One of the writers began but Vicky cut her off.
"It's true. Dr. Watson and Mr. Holmes did exist. My great-great grandfather Sir Arthur Conan Doyle rewrote the drafts that Dr. Watson sent to him. In fact, our families have been feuding for a long time about the ownership of the copyrights. But I thought it had finally ended when my uncle, Adrian burned the house with the Watsons inside under my orders. There wasn't supposed to be any Watsons left." Vicky explained, with a cold look in her eyes.
"So you are the one who was responsible for the eradication of my clan. You are the one who murdered my parents!" Mary screamed out. She rushed to get her hands around Vicky's throat but Maggie dragged her back. "Mary, we have to get all these authors homes. Stand in a circle everyone!" She ordered them. She grabbed the pendant and they all disappeared.
Mary and Maggie landed in Mr. Chai's house. Adeline was looking at Mary in astonishment. "So you are Dr. Watson's descendant? But where did his son go to?" She looked expectantly, waiting for an answer.
" David Watson went to boarding school while his father stayed at Baker Street. He was a top lawyer and so passed down it to his descendants."She replied, then turned to Mr. Chai.
"Make sure she controls her powers. I do not want it to happen again."She whispered. Mr. Chai nodded and she turned towards the door. "By the way, Maggie, would you like to come with me to America?" She asked. Maggie shook her head. "You forgot that I'm still translater to the Chinese officers. I'll go back to my brother's" The two of them marched out of the door, hand in hand.
"How are you going to get your evidence against Vicky?" Maggie asked. Mary smiled, and then held up a tape recorder.
"I thought it had finally ended when my uncle, Adrian burned the house with the Watsons insed under my orders. There wasn't suppose to be any Watsons left." It recited loudly. Maggie stared at her in amazement. "But how..." She started, but Mary cut her off.
"Since Adeline's handphone worked, I thought I could bring this along too. I have long suspected Victoria Doyle to be guilty, the matches were undeniably from her district. I just needed the evidence."
"You... you..., oh, I give up! You are sometimes too smart for my taste!"She complained loudly. Mary laughed at her annoyance.
"That's who I am, silly old girl!" She walked away.