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Chapter 3: Broken Home (M. H/JW)

The shades were permanently pulled closed. The fire place was cold. The flat unloved and lonely, and uninhabited. Mrs. Hudson walked up the stairs and frowned. She pulled out her mobile and dialed the number and waited.

"Hello…?" the voice on the other end answered, sounding depressed.

"John…Come home, please? I don't want to be forced to sell it.." she said and frowned.

"I…fine. I'll be gone tomorrow. …no." he sighed. "I'll be there tonight." he said and grumbled.

Mrs. Hudson smiled slightly. "Good dear, I'll be waiting." she said and sighed.

A few hours later, John left his personal flat, taking Gladestone with him. They walked together to the flat at 221B, bot a bit hesitant. They walked past a man, clad in scarf and coat, and Gladestone whimpered. He pulled John towards the man. "Gladestone…stop that…" he whispered and pulled his leash.

"Lovely dog, he's cute." the man said, his voice sounding familiar. "How old is he?"

John blinked. "Oh? Uh…Gladestone? He's uhm…he's 1…" he said and watched the man curiously. "I'm sorry…do I…know you?" he asked and tilted his head.

The man froze. "I don't believe so. Nope. You don't know me." he said and smiled. "Have a good day, doctor." he said and started to walk away.

John blushed. "Hey! Wait! What's your name? I'm sure we've met before…" he called. "Sir?" he added.

The man turned and chuckled. "My name? Hmm…Not yet, doctor. I can't let you know just yet. Have a good day now." he smiled and tipped an invisible hat and wandered off down the streets.

John watched him curiously. "Seemed like…but it couldn't be…could it be…Gladestone?" he asked and watched as the man walked away, disappearing into the distance. Gladestone's tail wagged and he looked up at John with his big blue eyes. "My beautiful pup…you know..You're eyes remind me of him…" he sighed, a pit forming in his stomach. "I wish he'd come back…" he whispered, tears falling down his cheeks.

"John, dear!" Mrs. Hudson called. "Come inside, I made dinner and would like for you to join me." she said and smiled sweetly.

John nodded and followed Mrs. Hudson inside and they sat down for a meal after John fed Gladestone. "This tastes wonderful, Mrs. Hudson." he said happily.

Mrs. Hudson smiled. "It's so good to see you smiling again, dear. I thought I'd never see you smile again. It's so lovely." she said and sighed.

"Mrs. Hudson?" John looked up from eating, a question in his eyes.

"Yes dear?" she asked, sweetly.

John frowned. "Do you….Do you think….is it possible for people to come back from the dead?" he asked.

"Honey….I'm…no. He isn't coming back. He's a wonderfully smart man. Well….was… But even he can't cheat death…" she whispered.

John frowned and nodded sadly. "Yeah…I know…it's just that…Well..I saw a man today and…Well he knew I was a doctor, and he seemed…extremely familiar, but he insisted we hadn't met…Even Gladestone seemed to know him…What if it's possible?"

Mrs. Hudson frowned. "John…don't get your hopes up dear…" she murmured. "I don't want you heartbroken…" she added sadly.

John sighed. "Okay…I understand. Thank you…" he muttered. "I should go upstairs and take care of Gladestone…" he stood up.

"John…I'm sorry. Really." she whispered.

John nodded and went upstairs and curled up on the sofa and cried himself to sleep.