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Mrs. Hudson's short heels padded softly over the grass. Her aging hands were clenched together in front of her chest. When she reached the black marble headstone, she stopped. Opening her mouth hesitantly, she spoke.

"Sherlock dear... I'm sorry about those things I said the other day. When John was here with me I mean. Saying such things at a burial place... It just isn't decent. I was in such a state of it Sherlock. Oh what with the funeral, and the empty flat, and... Oh goodness, look at me Sherlock, getting all... all flustered like this.

"Now I'm not saying you didn't bloody drive me up the wall sometimes, I mean really dear your habits could drive any old woman mad, but I suppose... Well it's so lonely now Sherlock. I haven't had a good night's rest since that horrible day you know, even without you... banging away up there, firing shots into my poor wall. And John... oh the poor man... he can't even come back to the flat. I've sent him some of his things. He's staying with that Inspector Lestrade, that's what he told me. They may even get a new flat together, that's what I hear.

"Oh but... what am I to do with 221B? I don't know if... if I can bear to rent it out to anybody else. Oh but I suppose I'll have to. You would understand Sherlock, I know you would. You'd think it downright silly for me not to. Sentimental...

"I met a very nice man Sherlock- ...No, you wouldn't care to hear about that. I'm sure you'd know something about him that I don't want to hear either, so I'll just...

"I miss the both of you, you and John. I miss... having you two rushing about, doing this and that, solving your cases together. It was good to see you so happy Sherlock. I wish you'd stayed happy. I wish you'd told me that you...

"John doesn't look happy anymore either. That's not a surprise of course, but I do wish he wouldn't look like that all the time. I can remember you two smiling, and laughing together, oh the way you two would act when you'd just got back from a case, or from chasing some madman or other all around London. Just like two little boys you were. M-... my boys...

"Oh Sh-Sherlock! I'm s-so sorry Sherlock! P- Please... Sherlock... b-b-be happy..."