Margaret walked down the streets fast. She didn't want to be seen or talked to or followed by anyone. She walked a few blocks before she walked into the same coffee shop from before and ordered her favorites. A small coffee, one milk, two sugars, and ice lemon pound cake. She ate her meal in the corner of the shop, watching everyone, afraid something would happen. She's been so paranoid lately, and she didn't really know why.

She then went to a store and decided she needed new stuff. She was running out of toothpaste and she could use a comb, plus a new shirt and shoes. She got all of her things for under thirty pounds. She gave the clerk the money and headed out of the shop. She instantly went to another public bathroom, she brushed her teeth and combed her hair the best she could.

She then waited, waited for, well she doesn't know what. Who knew freedom was so confusing? she thought. She went back to a park and observed people. When she got tired of that, she would walk the streets. And when she got tired of that she would go back to the park. Her own boredom betrayed her and she walked back towards the scene of the crime. She didn't see Sherlock or the man anywhere. But was she glad about that? Or disappointed. She wanted to know who Sherlock is and where she's seen him before. She sighed and walked back out towards the streets.

She noticed a small church on a street a few blocks away. She smiled and found a perfect spot to lay down for sleep that night. It was still noticeable by the people on the streets, but she didn't think a lot of people would notice her. She huddled herself up into her blanket and drifted off into sleep once again.

She suddenly awoke by a man who looked to be in his fifties yelling at her. She couldn't quite comprehend what he was saying, but judging by the priest-like outfit he was wearing, she knew that he wanted her gone. She ran and stumbled onto the street, clutching her blanket. Her blanket wrapped around her feet, which caused her to trip and fall into someone. She quickly regained her balance and wrapped the blanket away from her feet.

"I am so sorry, I-" But she stopped short when she noticed who she fell into. Sherlock.

Her eyes widened and she sucked in a breath. He looked genuinely shocked too. She noticed the army doctor standing beside him, a curious look on his face.

"Margaret." Sherlock smiled. He has still holding onto her arms from when he caught her. He let go. "What a lovely surprise, we were just talking about you." Sherlock said, motioning to the man, a grin plastered on his face

"What were you talking about?" Margaret asks nervously, she took a few steps back from Sherlock for he was too close for comfort.

"What you said back at the scene, and you know, coffee shops." He said. Taking a strand of hair that was close to her bruise and tucked it behind her ear. He glanced at the bruise then back at her eyes. Her eyes widened a little more and she took the hair that he moved and put it back to it's original place, trying to cover the bruise a little more. That action that he did made her feel uncomfortable. Not just because of the bruise, but because his gentle touch when he glided his fingers over her forehead, careful not to touch the bruise. She shuddered and could feel the goose bumps on her arms.

Her head tilted back as she avoided his gaze. The Army Doctor then spoke up.

"You remember me don't you?" He asked. Margaret glanced up at him and nodded slightly. "You left your wallet in the shop, I was trying to give it back." He said. She then looks up at him in confusion. So that's where my wallet went. There was no money in it, but it was hard to carry so much money in her pocket. She then realized that he hadn't ran after her to question her about her bruise, he was trying to return her wallet. She then relaxed her shoulders a little bit.

"Thanks, well where is it?" She asked them, looking at Sherlock again, who was already looking at her, and studying her like a book.

"It's in our flat, we can take you if you like." The man said.

"Sure." Margaret replied. They then all walked off into the direction the men were originally going. Margaret stayed a few feet behind them.

"I'm John Watson by the way." The man said and glanced over to Sherlock's other side, when he realized she wasn't there, he looked behind him and his eyes found hers. He could tell that she was unsure and shy. He sighed and stopped walking for a few seconds for her to catch up with him. Sherlock did the same. She walked in the middle of the two men, feeling more awkward then she ever had in her entire life.