The detective and the doctor entered the room, which was recently occupied by a different person. The doctor noticed immediately something was wrong – the woman looked much differently than she did two days ago. She looked much weaker, unfocused, and most importantly – she didn't look like she has half of the self-confident she did when they met.

"Thank you for coming in such a short notice. Sit down." She gestured towards the chairs in the opposite side of the table. The men sat down.

"Well, what is it?" the shorter man asked.

She took a deep breath before answering.

"I was drugged last night. I can barely remember anything that happened then. Whoever did it used Scopolamine, which is usually used as a truth serum."

"You were drugged?!" he asked, stunned.

"Yes. And since Sherlock is the last person I remember meeting, perhaps you remember seeing anyone suspicious, anyone that seemed to not belong…" her voice faded.

"Nothing I can recall. Sorry." the taller man said a bit too calmly in John's mind.

His voice made her tremble for some reason, but she ignored the strange feeling.

"Well, it was worth a try. Anyway, I want you to try and investigate it. I know it's a bit strange I'm asking you to do so, but I'm out of options."

"We'll try our best." The detective said, and she felt that odd tremble again.