Curled up next to the window as the snow falls down outside, Sherlock watches the huge flakes cover the ground and pile up fast as he writes his letter, occasionally stopping to just stare out the window. This is more difficult for him because he's not exactly sure what to write in this letter so it's more stream of consciousness which for him can be very odd, but he wants John to know him, hoping that maybe he can at least a little bit understand how his mind works.

~oOo~

Dear John,

My holidays were torturous. They made us sing holiday songs and exchange hand-made cards. I hate this place. I realized that once I'm released I will have to get a new flat. I imagine Mycroft had my items put into storage, but finding a new flat is always so bothersome.

I've been thinking of a few new experiments that I want to do when I get out. I will have to find some source of human body parts for them. Deceased, of course. Donated to science as well. Still, I have some theories and ideas that I'd love to work on. I am somewhat of a scientist, but mostly I will work on anything that will occupy my mind. I have a lot to catch up on, spending a year in here.

At least it will keep me from being bored for a while. And yes, I have heard from Lestrade. I've helped him on a few cold cases, in fact. Those working at Scotland Yard are complete idiots. Some of the things were so obvious I don't know how the cases remained unsolved for so long. Idiots, the lot.

I don't think it's depressing - as you put it - to say you haven't received a call. Or to have made a call. You have one sister you do not talk to, and it seems that all of your friends are there with you. Who do you need to call? I'm your only contact outside of your close circle of friends it seems like. Any friends you might have had in University were clearly not close enough to you that you stayed in contact with them. I don't see, therefore, what the problem would be. Perhaps this is one of those social things which I merely don't understand.

There are new people coming in this month and some leaving as well. It seems the new year is the time for resolutions and changing your life. Half the people coming in won't make it, I can see it. I've seen a few people like that while I've been here. They check themselves in but they can't make it. They don't have the willpower.

The snow is falling now. Big flakes, it's accumulating fast. It's beautiful. I don't think I could capture it in a sketch, or else I would try. I don't have a camera otherwise I would take a picture for you. It's really quite beautiful. It made me think of what you said about not seeing snow for years. I thought that this is something you might like to see. I hope we have a white Christmas next year so you can see the snow.

I feel like I'm starting to drift away, getting lost in my own mind. I practice a form of memory retention, I call it my Mind Palace. I store things away in places, in rooms within it, and as long as I can find my way back to it, I can recall anything. I only retain things that are important, of course. My mind is my hard drive. I think I've said that before. A way to escape the boredom here is to go into my Mind Palace, reviewing things. Books I've read, experiments I've done, science journals I've read. It's harder to get out sometimes than others. If I don't get out of here soon, I might get lost in there one day. Just wander around and not come back. I wonder if that's possible.

The snow is making me melancholy. I think I'll try to go for a walk around the grounds, clear my head. I hope everything is well with you.

Sincerely,

Sherlock

~oOo~

When John gets the letter, he gets very worried about the end, not wanting his friend to disappear. He doesn't want to lose one more person. He can't do anything immediately though, so the only thing he can really do is write and try and convince Sherlock to wait a few more months. The rest of the letter actually makes John smile, especially as he thinks about the snow that Sherlock described. Still, he stares at the ceiling as he thinks about the strange man back in London, wondering what he could do to help.

Thank you all for the amazing follows/reviews! I have gotten some genuinely wonderful reviews. Thank you for still reading! I hope that you don't think Sherlock is too out of character in this chapter, but I think that for a lot of people, especially socially awkward or introverted people, it's easier to pour your heart out in words to someone you probably will never meet, than it can be to have a meaningful face-to-face conversation. Or it could just be me. Lol. :)

I really do think that to be in someplace as limiting and confining as a rehabilitation facility would be very difficult for someone like Sherlock, especially if he is not there by choice. But don't worry, our favorite doctor will get him through it! :) Thank you again for reading, I hope I won't disappoint!

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