The first time I knew these dreadful things were about was when I heard John's shriek. Oh, he didn't tell you about that? Well, shriek he did. Right in the middle of my crap telly. Scared me out of my wits, me with my hip. You'll know as a nurse that it isn't good for me to be jumping about.

Well, zombies or no zombies, my boys need looking after. The shops will be ruined, so I told John to keep his nice clothes clean. No telling when he could get new ones. I saved Sherlock too, when he was cornered by that one. Caught on the couch like a cat up a tree, can you imagine? Got it right in the head with my good teapot. And then used it to make a nice cuppa for us to share. Just that once, I'm not his housekeeper.

Well of course I found John that lovely lab jacket. It belonged to my husband, back when he used to…Well now, that's a story for another day.

It's so nice to have these old flats filled again. Mr. Hudson and I never had any children, and with just John and Sherlock, it's been quiet. Hardly quiet, but quiet if you take my meaning. Poor Mrs. Turner and her married ones. Their home has been so quiet. Not after you lot came to fill it up.

Oh no, Mrs. Turner and her lodgers died in a homophobic murder before this whole mess started.

What else have I done? As that nice young DI no doubt told you, the first day I stood guard over my home and café. Who else would? John and Sherlock were off gallivanting somewhere, leaving me all alone. Not for long mind you, but they shouldn't have left me alone like, with my hip…

Iris pats Mrs. Hudson's hand, interrupting her chatter. "Thank you for opening your home to us in this time of need."

Mrs. Hudson stands up from her position in the circle of sitters. "Why don't Sally, Molly, Anthea, you, and I have a nice cuppa and a bit of a gossip? Just this once I'll make the tea. Next time you can. I'm not your housekeeper either dearie."

Mrs. Hudson makes to shoo John and Lestrade away, but John grabs the notebook from Iris's hands first. "You've taken down everyone else's story. Why shouldn't yours be in the chronicle too?"

Iris looks at everyone's expectant faces. "OK."