Claire woke up groggy and bored, and turned over to grab a glass of water. She wiped her hands down her face and blinked a few times. Nope, nothing. Just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that...

Claire shook the thought from her mind. She hadn't remembered anything in days, ever since Sherlock came around for the first chat. She rubbed her face again. Claire figured it must be at least Monday, but she hadn't seen Sherlock since Saturday. She shook her head again. It didn't surprise her Sherlock didn't come to visit her every day. She could see she was depressing to him.

Claire gulped down the last of the water and put the glass on the bedside table beside her. She knew she'd have to leave soon, but she didn't really know where to go. She could go back home, back they way it was before. Claire went to get up, when she noticed a small sheet of paper on her bed. Perhaps Sherlock had visited after all.

John looked about the street. He felt almost bad, leaving Sarah alone in the flat, but he needed to get away from her hormonal state for a few minutes, Mrs. Hudson could help her if she needed something, and John had a job to do. John walked through the automatic doors, and they slid quietly behind him. He crossed the passage he'd begun to familiarise himself with. He nodded to the nurse working on the area, and she got up.

"Dr. Watson, may I have a quick word?" She asked

"Look, I'm kind of in a hurry, I just want to..." John started, but she cut him off

"It won't take long" She said. She weaved out of the desk and followed John down the hall. "Claire's taken a turn for the worst" The nurse said

"What do you mean?" John said quickly

"She's started to forget short term things as well" The nurse explained

"But... the doctor said her short-term was fine!" John exclaimed

"You should know too well doctor that sometimes things happen that you can't explain" The nurse said

"What are you suggesting we do with her?" John asked, lowering his voice even though they were the only ones in the hall

"We're taking her to another clinic, specialised in short-term memory loss patients. They'll look after her" The nurse explained

"Will she be ok?" John asked. The nurse shrugged, and the two stopped walking as they reached the door of the room Claire was in.

John opened the door to see Claire sleeping peacefully, and his face drooped. In sleep, he couldn't tell himself that she wasn't the old Claire, the one that remembered, the one that wasn't forgetting everything. He sighed. There was no point in him staying, since she was asleep. He jotted down a quick note.

Claire

Don't know if Sherlock told you, but he's gone to Italy for a few days.

John (Sarah's husband)

He placed the note on her bedside table and walked out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

"We're taking her tomorrow. Perhaps you'd like to be with her...?" The nurse suggested

"Of course, of course. I'll be here tomorrow" John said sadly. He thanked the nurse and walked slowly back down the hall.

3 hours earlier

She held the note in her hand, reading over it slowly, and then a second time.

Claire

Sherlock's gone away to Italy for a few days. He does things like that. Thinks there's some big case over there- silly thing he is, always desperate for a case. Seems he's left you all alone in here. Very silly boy.

Don't worry, someone will come get you in a day or two.

Everyone here is either working for me or away at a conference for the week, so don't bother calling for help

June

Claire sighed. She stood up and went to the door which was indeed locked. She then walked towards the window- not only closed, but covered in bars. Claire was sure they weren't there yesterday.

"Where's Sherlock when you bloody well need him? Oh, he's off in Italy, didn't even bother to say goodbye. Oh, I'm sure the two of us got on swell!" Claire shouted at the walls, but no one heard her. She buzzed the button on the wall for emergencies, but nothing happened. It would only buzz to a receptionist who would ignore it because she worked for Moriarty. Claire pressed it a few times, and then violently smashed the button repeatedly. After a few minutes, her hands hurt and her goal to annoy the receptionist would have been thwarted by the receptionist going away. Unlike Claire, she wasn't trapped to a confined space.

2 hours 20 minutes later

Claire was ripping the magazines to shreds, taking apart each page, making a square and ripping off the excess, then making paper planes out of them. There was no point- the windows were shut- but it made her feel like she was doing something. Suddenly, a lock turned at the door. Claire gripped her paper plane, preparing it for launch. Two bulky men in doctors coats came in, one holding a syringe. Claire threw the plane, but it went off course and into the wall harmlessly. The two men looked at each other, and then back to Claire.

"Really?" One of them asked. Claire didn't reply, instead throwing another plane which stayed on course, hitting one of the men in the stomach. It bounced off harmlessly. The men started to come forward. Claire got to her feet, preparing to run. One reached out his hand and she placed a kick to his gut, but the other grabbed her leg midway, making her lose her balance. The man dropped her leg as she fell to the floor. She kicked out and hit one of the men's feet, but the other brought out a gun and she stayed eerily still.

"We don't have time for games" He said, grabbing her arm and injecting the needle.

"Why?" Claire asked, her body shutting down because of the needle.

"Your friend wants to see you. Can't have you giving the game away" The man said, but Claire only heard some of it, falling limp in his arms. The men placed her under the sheets of the bed, watching her chest rise and fall, and left the room, leaving no trace behind.

Sherlock wasn't having a very good trip. He loved long, quiet trips, and planes were great for such trips. However, long quiet trips do require quiet, and that wasn't something the police were known for.

"No, no, I can't do a press conference." Pause "I'm in a bloody plane, why do you think?" Lestrade said into his phone, even though the flight attendant kept asking him to turn it off.

"Have you got an 8?" Anderson

"Go fish" Donovan

And of course there were the other passengers- 4 business men, 2 families on holidays, 1 family returning from holidays, 3 single mums, 2 single men and 5 couples, including an elderly pair on a trip.

The biggest problem with families is kids, rustling packets and talking loudly to each other. Sherlock groaned.

"Can you stop doing that? I'm trying to talk to my secretary. Yes, yes, I'll turn it off in a minute" Lestrade said, talking first to Sherlock and then the flight attendant. Sherlock sighed inwardly. If only Claire were here.