I had hoped to slip in unnoticed, but I had lost my keys along with my wallet. I really start to wonder if I've left them in hospital, but I'm actually pretty sure I've had felt them in one of my pockets. And until yesterday you could regard things I've been sure about as facts.
I ring the bell and don't even look at Mrs. Hudson as she opens the door, but go for the flat directly. She calls something after me but I don't listen to it.
Fortunately the apartment isn't locked (well, forget the 'fortunately', in fact the apartment's never locked because I think it's just waste of time, since everyone who would want to break into it wouldn't be stopped by the lock anyway).
As soon as I enter the flat I feel trapped. Until now, I've had a goal: the flat. But I haven't thought about what I would do afterwards. I start pacing up and down, but you can't run from anything if you go in circles. Not even from memories.
They're like a wave rushing over me. I can't breathe, can't think as they draw me back to the past:
I'm at the pool again. John's sitting on the ground, back against the wall. He looks up to me. I see fear in his face just as determination. He knows we'll die and that all we can do is taking Moriarty with us.
My gun points at the bomb John was wearing less than two minutes ago. All I can think is that this is the only option and that Moriarty must know that. He's standing as close to the bomb as we are so it is going to hit him just like it is going to hit us. Another thing I know for sure is that Moriarty hasn't come here to die. He might have taken a risk but he expects to survive this. So he has to have an escape plan. He isn't near a door, but at least as far away as John is. He's neither standing on any kind of trapdoor nor hanging on a rope to be lifted into air. The only possible scenario of escaping is running for the exit, which takes him at least ten seconds. But there are only about three seconds between me shooting and the bomb hitting him. He must know that. He must have known it before he entered the pool. So he must have manipulated the bomb into providing him extra time. Enough time for him to escape, but not enough for us if we figure out after shooting. We know we'll die, so we won't be trying to escape. That's his plan. I have to admit it's quite a good one. Not good enough since I figured it out, but still remarkable. I take one long breath reconsidering my train of thoughts. Yes, I still think I'm right.
I shoot John another look, trying to tell him what I think. Trying to tell him we're going to survive. I'm not sure he understands. Better I'll try communication verbally after I pulled the trigger. Then Moriarty will be too occupied with fleeing to tell his snipers to shoot us cause we've figured out his plans. I take another deep breath. The pool's closer to me than the exit and the water will protect me just as well.
The decision's made. I pull the trigger; shout "Run, John! Run!" and leap into the water.
I do a few stokes to get deeper into the pool then the world's bathed in bright light and the water tosses me around just like a ball