So, sorry for the late update, school is now in session and work is already being assigned. I am truly sorry for this crappy chapter but I am so tired but I still have homework to do so- Ta ta. Hope you like. One more thing, please let me know if there is anything you want to see in the future chapters because right now I have totally lost where I was going with this.

Watson

I don't know how I got home and you know I don't think I want to know. When I woke up I found myself lying on the couch with my shoes still on but a blanket was around me. I probably dreamed that whole night because I saw Sherlock there and as i recall he is dead so yeah- but then that doesn't explain why I have shoes on and am on the couch. "Finally up now are we?" I looked up at the bright face of my wife. "You were like a log couldn't wake you up for anything."

"I slept like a log you say?"

That brought back memories. When I lived on Backer St I would get no sleep. Either Sherlock was acting himself or we had a case that was extremely interesting and had Sherlocks' full attention. It had been years since I could actually sleep. "Did you go out for one of your midnight strolls again?" She asked.

"Yes but-"

"But what?"

I wasn't sure if I should share what went on that night so instead of telling the whole story, I opted to tell only half of the story, "I-I think I saw Sherlock." She didn't stop what she was doing but I could see her body had tensed up. "Oh really dear, why do you say that?"

"I say that because I saw him. He was standing right in front of me and yet I couldn't make myself believe it was him. As we all know Sherlock is dead."

"Yes." She gave a nervous laugh, "He is dead." She stared off into nothing and I took that as my cue to change the subject.

"Well let me get ready, I'm going to see Mrs. Hudson."

"Why are you going to see Mrs. Hudson, you know she's an old woman she probably wants to be alone." Mary frantically tried to change my mind.

"What are you so nervous about, You know I visit Mrs. Hudson every Thursday."

"Yes, But as I stated before, she is an old woman and would probably like to be alone."

"Well that doesn't make sense. I'm going to see her and that is final." I went into the direction of the bathroom cleaned myself up and left for Mrs. Hudson.

Lilly

Beth and I were reading in the living room when he came. He was tall with orange-ish hair, a walking cane, a suit, and a limp. Beth automatically recognized him as the man that tried to get into Mommy's room.

"Beth, Lilly, how are you?"

"We're doing very well. We haven't seen you in a while Dr. Watson." Beth answered.

"Yes well I have been busy, where is Mrs. Hudson?"

"She's out." I replied this time.

"Do you know to where?"

"To the shoe shiner."

His lips formed a small 'O'. "So you two are here by yourselves?" He looked around like he was trying to find someone when it was obvious that the room was empty. "Where is you Mother?"

"Out." We both said.

"What type of parent would leave their child alone?" He asked with a frown.

"What type of deadbeat would leave their children." Beth mumbled under her breath. I thumped her on the head. "Beth that is very rude." Dr. Watson looked on at us curiously ad then specifically me. "You know, you look like someone I used to know."

"Thank you, I get that a lot." Suddenly the door burst open. "Beth, Lilly come on. I'm taking you to see Lestrade, Clarky desperately wants to see you and Lestrade hasn't seen you so...come...along."

Mommy stopped though mid-sentence upon seeing Dr. Watson who in turn could believe what he was seeing.

"Holmes is that you?"

Mommy was glued to his spot. He didn't speak, didn't move, and didn't even blink as the man stepped forward and caressed his cheek. Mommy flinched. Never a good sign. Then all a sudden all I heard was a noise and saw Mommy's cheek was red.

"How dare you disappear and leave me to think you're dead?!" The man was outraged. Mother was still discombobulated and made no attempt to move. Beth on the other hand wouldn't stand for it and ran up flinging her arms out in front of Mommy.

"Don't touch my Mommy! Do you know how hurt he has been ever since the incident? No you don't , all Mommy did was cry when he saw your picture and yet he still loves you!"

"Beth, that is enough." Mommy stated now fully conscious. " I didn't come to see you, I came to get my daughters, now if you will excuse me?" Mommy grabbed Beth and me but before he even stepped out of the living room, the man stopped him.

"Wait! Can we talk?