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John opened the door to his home and took a step in slowly. The hall was dark and unlit. You were only able to see the stairs because of the light coming from upstairs. As John walked in, the door creaked shut. Looking back at the door, he wondered if this was such a good idea. There was no turning back now though. If John was going to get any answers, it was going to be here, in his home. Slowly, he started to make his way up the stairs. The sound of glasses breaking echoed then followed insane laughter.
Reaching the top of the stairs, John stared into the living room to see a group of three people, two of them gathered round the table where he and Sherlock would normally eat (when Sherlock actually ate).
"What is it that you want? If it is a case, I cannot take it, I'm waiting for the best," the man standing by the window shouted. John could make out in the dodgy light that the man wore a suit and a funny top hat that had bits of fabric sticking out from all over it.
"You haven't had a case in donkey years Hatter," a girl at the table said as John walked into the room. When she saw him, she dropped her cup of tea, causing the man in the funny hat to turn round.
It was Sherlock.
"Hatter!" the girl said breathlessly. "He looks normal... Like you!" the girl said eyes wide with a mixture of shock, excitement and fear. John's eyes widened when he saw her properly as he walked into the centre of the room. The girl had two big round mouse hears on her head, and her nose was in the shape of a mouse's as well, with great whiskers. John looked down at the chair she was sitting on and saw a thin tail wrapped around one of the chair's legs.
Yes, this all shocked John, but what shocked him the most, was that the mouse girl, was none other than Molly Hooper.
John blinked at the sight of his friends. Wait, were they even his friends? Molly had called Sherlock, Hatter and Mycroft had even said he had a different name. Should he play along with it? He was sent by The Caterpillar to make The Mad Hatter take the case and he clearly wasn't doing much.
"Em, you're The Mad Hatter?" John questioned, feeling a little uneasy under Sherlock's glaze. A moment of silence passed as he looked at John, both he and Molly wondering what he had to say.
"Yes," Hatter said suddenly, snapping out of whatever world he had entered. "Yes I am. I assume you are here with a case for me to take? The one The Caterpillar sent you to make me take," he said, turning away, picking up his violin and starting to play a soft, but mischievous melody. Turning away from everyone in the room, Sherlock grinned.
"But Hatter, he..." Molly started, but was cut off when Hatter turned around sharply.
"He is a client Mouse, please, don't stare," Sherlock said forcefully and Molly turned away, eyes watering a little. She began to fiddle with her flowered patterned brown dress.
"Hang on, how do you know that My- I mean, The Caterpillar sent me?" John asked, looking from Molly to Sherlock again. Sherlock looked up from Molly to him and smiled at him, almost... lovingly.
"I have my resources... This and the Hare over heard your conversation before the Red Queen's knight came," he commented, putting his violin back down again.
"Hare?" John echoed, confused about who that was.
"Hare," Hatter said, nodding at the half-man, half-hare sitting in the corner, knees to chest rocking softly and slowly, humming to himself. Cursing, John looked away. Henry Knight. Mad Henry Knight and his demon hound. John felt sorry that he was like that, with his big tattered hair and old dirty trousers and waistcoat.
Suddenly, the wind outside whispered against the window, causing them to rattle. The room turned cold as voices were heard. Slowly, Sherlock turned and looked at the window as the voices filled the room. They spoke in strange tongue.
"The Red Queen's knights are on their way... We should leave," Sherlock said, running into the kitchen and starting to put small bottles in his pockets. He then ran back into the room and picked up his coat. Putting it on, he ran back into the kitchen, putting more bottles in his coat pockets.
"We?" John echoed the single word, realising that his job wasn't over. He then remembered The Caterpillar's words. He had to 'keep him on track' – great.
"Mouse, Hare, both of you, please distract them whilst we climb out the window," The Hatter said as he opened the window. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, urgent and attention grabbing. This wasn't good. Molly jumped to her feet and jogged down to get it. Henry slowly unravelled himself and started to shakily move towards the door.
Sherlock looked out of the open window as saw the men advance into the house. Quickly before John could protest, he grabbed the doctor's wrist and dragged him out the window. The pair fell out of the window and to the left, landing on the canopy above Mrs. Hudson's shop, before sliding off it and landing harshly on the ground. Groaning, the army doctor rolled onto his side. He was more than sure that he had injured something badly. Sadly, there was no time to check or recover as the Red Queen's knights had realised that they had jumped from the window. Sherlock pulled John to his feet and they ran away down the road before anyone grabbed them. Forcefully, John pulled his hand away from Hatter's grip and the pair were able to runaway faster.
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