I ran into John today. It was quite an accident. I wasn't paying attention. I have to say it jolted me. I've been completely absorbed in trying to find Moriarty, and for what? For him. I suppose. I've been trying not to think of him too much. I should mention that I was in disguise, of course. It would be too foolish not to be. I just can't think of how to find Moriarty. There must be some way...
I need to know about his past. I'll find out if there's any place he's emotionally attached to, although I find the idea of emotion in him quite ridiculous. Maybe there's someone he trusts enough to go to, but I can't image that he would trust anyone either. Would he? Perhaps somewhere he went as a child. As a child... What must he have been like as a child? I really don't know anything at all about him. Not a thing...
I had just started talking with a patient when the building next door exploded. That doesn't happen everyday, so naturally I was curious. I joined the crowd of spectators, and I saw that the top half of the building was just gone, leaving a sad, jagged edge. Most of the employees had been at a big meeting on the first floor, so there were very few casualties. Two people were injured. Only one death. A janitor had apparently decided to commit suicide buy blowing up half of the building.
I wonder why the janitor would choose to blow himself up like that? It's very unusual. I think I might look into it.
Well, I didn't mean for him to blow the place up! He was supposed to just crash their server during that presentation on the first floor. Just to make them look bad and maybe even lose some money or something, I don't even know anymore! He was perfect for that job. He hacked websites as a teen for fun. He was a janitor so he could go anywhere. He must have been suicidal before I sent him that note.
The saddest truth is that I've gotten rusty. I've lost my touch. I should have looked into his mental stability. I should have looked into his private life more than I did. I should have known better. I should have known more.
On the bright side, the rich kid thought it was "bloody brilliant." I swear, something is wrong with that kid. He has a wonderfully twisted mind. I'm glad he's now a loyal client. He might become useful.