"So you're basically saying he dug up her grave and stole her wedding ring?" John asked

"Don't you see John?" yelled Sherlock.

"No, Sherlock I don't! Can you just tell me what you're trying to say?"

"The main reason why I thought Jennalie was murdered was because of this." Sherlock hold up the ring close to John's face.

"The ring?" John raised a brow and looked at Sherlock with confusion.

"Yes, she wasn't wearing the ring when her body was found."

"She could've taken it off." John suggested.

"She never took it off; even during the time she left me."

"Maybe she lost it."

"No, she always tightens it so it wouldn't slip."

He walked away from the kitchen and continued to look at the ring.

"So how did Moriarity have hold of the ring then?" John asked.

"You really don't use your brain John, don't you?" Sherlock insulted him.

"Sorry, if that bothers you."

"Actually it does. The only solution will be is that the murderer kept the ring, and Moriarity stole it.

"Why would the murderer keep her ring Sherlock?"

"It had to someone she knew, but I could never think who." Sherlock then walk to the window and looked at the dark street of London.

"I got one question." John whispered

"What is it?"

"Why did she leave you?"

Sherlock didn't speak for a moment and continued to gaze off.

"It was because of Scarlett." He whispered

"What about Scarlett?" John asked while his hands were resting on the top of the couch.

"When she found out she was having Scarlett she left."

"She left you; because she found out she was pregnant?" John raised a brow

"Because back then I didn't want children John, it scared her."

"Why would it scare her?"

"Because she was afraid I would wanted to get rid of the child."

"But you found out."

"Yes."

"How did you react?"

"John, I really don't have time to answer your unimportant questions, but for now THE GAME IS ON!"

It's been three days since Scarlett's disappearance and Sherlock was not even close to solve the problem. John looked at Sherlock who's been lying on his couch for three days in his mind palace without even eating or sleeping.

"I'm going to get some groceries do you need anything?" John asked, but Sherlock ignored him.

"Well… if you need anything let me know." He put on his coat and left the flat.

After laying there in darkness for a couple minutes, he was awaken by the sound of a voice… her voice, "You have forgotten about me Sherlock."

He turned around to see where the voice was coming from, and there was a blonde hair woman, wearing a white dress, looking out of the window.

"No I haven't" he responded

She turned her head to face him; she still looked the same as the last time he saw her 15 years ago, her long blond hair reach to her back, her rosy lips, and her green eyes were filled with sadness.

"Yes, you have, even my own daughter doesn't know me."

"It was for her protection."

"Then why are you running away from our past?" she whispered.

"Because…." Words couldn't come out of his mouth, because he didn't know what to say.

She knelt down in front of him and started to stroke his black curly hair.

"I missed you so much." Her lips started tremble and tried to hold back her tears.

He grabbed her soft small hands and looked at her big green eyes that he longed miss, "Jennalie, you have to tell me, who killed you?"

She gave him a small smile, "I can't tell you Sherlock, it's cheating."

"Jennalie, you have to tell me, or I will lose the game."

"What about Scarlett?" she asked with a sad tone

"What about her?" he asked

"Have you already forgotten about your daughter Sherlock Holmes?"

He didn't respond, he was so focused on winning Moriarity's game that he had forgotten that his own daughter was in danger; he looked away from her from shame.

"You still haven't change." She replied, she got up and put her lips close to his ears, "I can't give you the answer Sherlock, but I can only give you a hint."

He gives a heavy sigh, "Tell me then."

She backed away a little and looked at his icy blue eyes and opened her mouth to speak, "There was a man that threatens us, a man I feared, and you know him Sherlock it just that you erased him from your mind."

She got up and stand next to the window, "Sherlock, don't try to run away from the past."

After she said this, everything became blurry, Sherlock closed his eyes hoping his view will get better after he opens them, and when he did she was gone. It couldn't been real he said to himself, it had to be an illusion, yes it was an illusion, he hasn't been getting enough sleep and food so he was seeing her.

"John!" he yelled, but there was no answer, when he looked around he had realized that the flat was empty. Where did John go? He asked himself, he was sitting in the arm chair not long ago, and then he remembered that John had gone shopping. He sighs and lay on the couch again, but what she had told him about her murderer was still hanging in his mind. He lay there trying to think who was this man that she described, after thinking and thinking, all the sudden dark huge black eyes came to his mind, he remembered.

"Sherlock, I'm back!" John yelled while carrying five bags of groceries.

"John, we're going out." said Sherlock while putting on his black coat and blue scarf.

"And where are we going exactly?" John asked while putting down the groceries on the kitchen table.

"I need to ask someone for help." Sherlock replied.

John couldn't believe what he was hearing; Sherlock Holmes asking for help, "Say that again?"

"You heard me, and I really don't want to repeat it." Sherlock went down the stairs and open the door for John.

"And who are you going to ask for help?"

"Alyssa Cox of course, TAXI!"