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EPILOGUE: JOHN WATSON

"Ms. Hudson, the apple pie melts in the mouth. Yum." Molly praised her and asked for her secret recipe. Lestrade complained half-jokingly that he would go out shopping a pair of new pants because he could not stop eating. Ms. Hudson's face beamed with pride and joy at the compliments. Even Sherlock ate half of the pie in his plate and saved his words, a remarkable feat, which made the lunch more enjoyable for everybody except Sherlock's brother. Mycroft refused to eat the dessert because Sherlock mentioned Mycroft's diet again. Obviously the older Holmes had put on a few pounds since Sherlock came back to the country. Mycroft stormed out of the flat earlier for an excuse of an urgent call from his office – according to Sherlock, the call would definitely save the British government and the world. However, everybody knew Mycroft just couldn't stand his own brother's sarcasm.

Laughing, joking and gossiping about Scotland Yard, Bart's, and Baker Street, people enjoyed the afternoon tea in the sitting room of 221B. Ms. Hudson had cooked downstairs and we all carried food upstairs. 221B kitchen was off-limits: there were some pipe problems again. I didn't question it; As far as I know, it was not a kitchen but a lab full of cadavers, petri dishes, experiment equipments, chemicals, and a microscope. The kitchen door was closed- according to Sherlock- to keep bad smell out.

It was almost 3 o'clock when Lestrade and Molly said good-bye to Mrs. Hudson and Sherlock. I stood up and grabbed my clutch, and followed.

"John, aren't you going to stay?"

Molly and Lestrade asked at the same time, raising their eyes.

I hesitated but I was determined to live away from 221B.

"I think I'd better be going, too."

Mrs. Hudson held my hand.

"John, I cleaned your bedroom upstairs. I already laid out a blanket and a pillow for you. You can get your things tomorrow and move back here."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson. But I think…"

Her next words were unexpected.

"And, my dear boy, Sherlock was saying that he would buy a small freezer for his body parts..."

I blinked, not sure if I heard her right. Mrs. Hudson opened the kitchen door. I walked into the kitchen and... The pantry was full of boxes of my favorite tea; jars of strawberry and apricot jam; cans of beans and biscuit boxes. The kitchen table was clean with experiment tools occupying only half of the table.

"Sherlock had been to Tesco this morning."

Mrs. Hudson said with a big smile.

I didn't know what to say. Sherlock and grocery shopping? I remembered Sherlock's words at the cemetery.

"John. Please, listen. You're mad at me for everything. I can't promise a quiet night without a violin, a hygiene kitchen without lab tools or a refrigerator without body parts but I'll do my best. I'll buy milk once in a while."

I turned around and stared at Sherlock. Sherlock grunted.

"Mycroft… a stupid idea...He'll pay for this."

He cleared his throat and shrugged.

"Well, it's up to you, John. No pressure."

He walked away from me, picked up his violin, and disappeared into his bedroom. Bach's violin sonata filled the place.

I heard Lestrade, Molly, and Mrs. Hudson walk downstairs, leaving me alone in the kitchen.

Should I walk upstairs to my bedroom or downstairs to my new flat?

I walked around the sitting room, not knowing what to do. My eyes flitted through the Skull, letters, pictures on the wall, the antelop, books, stacks of magazines, cushions, sofa, and finally the smiley on the wall. All the memories, good or bad, happy or painful, were flooding my head... I ran down the stairs and caught a cab.

221B, Kitchen

After hours, Mrs. Hudson walked upstairs and found Sherlock staring into his microscope.

"Sherlock, are you okay?"

Her face was full of concerns; her voice gentle. Sherlock glanced up, startled, and answered tersely.

"Of course, I am."

She tried to say some words to defend John - she hadn't expected John to leave.

"I heard John leaving... I'm afraid he's not going to move in here. He suffered, you know..."

"Oh, He will move back eventually."

"Did he say it to you? How do you know?"

Sherlock put his one hand in his pocket and felt for the folded paper that John had pinned on the wall, the list of why the doctor loves 221B. He shrugged and answered with a mischievious grin.

"I just know."