Sooooo... someone asked me if I wanted to do a sequel after this. I loved the idea, since I absolutely adore writing Katy's story and I already have a few ideas for the sequel... Please, tell me what you think about a sequel (review or PM me, I don't mind), I'd like to know what you lot think!

I know were between the second and the third series - god I hate waiting! - but let's pretend that Katy's time is about three weeks/a month after the Great Game. Yes, do we all have that in mind? Awesome! I hope you'll enjoy the chapter and be sure to review (mostly to answer my question, I can't know if you all want a sequel after this or not; I'm not exactly a mind reader)!

Special thanks to 'Anastasia Dove' and 'jack63kids' for beta-ing this chapter!


After another rough night of being sick, nightmares and not having the doctor and the detective to take care of me - not that I'd expected Sherlock to take care of me, but still, presence would've been nice - because they'd been called up for a crime scene. When they got back and I was awake too, I convinced John that I'd go to Ledbury. Of course, I had freshen myself up, swallowed an Ibuprofen and a cracker - John wouldn't let me go with them without something in my stomach. I could hardly swallow it, so I was glad when I managed to keep it down.

Also, I decided to text Aunt Patty that I'd go to Ledbury that day. I thought it was fair to contact her; she already was so alone, now especially with her sister missing and her niece in London without knowing exactly where she was.

So here I was sitting in the train with John beside me and Sherlock in front of John with my mobile in my hands. While John was looking out of the window, Sherlock observed the other passengers. The trip was about three hours long, and I didn't want to get bored. The only possibility was to do something I hadn't the time to yet; read John's blog.

With a heavy heart I ignored the first few entries since they showed how John was before he met Sherlock. 'Nothing happens to me'. I had swallowed when I read that. I scrolled further and found a blog entry about when they first met. St. Barts. Not that the location surprised me at all; you wouldn't find Sherlock in something as ordinary as a bakery. Also, John called Sherlock a 'madman'. I smiled as I realized not even John was immune to Sherlock.

'And then we went to this great Chinese restaurant where my fortune cookie said 'There is nothing new under the sun. It has all been done before. ' After the night I'd had, I beg to differ.'

Wait, what?

Sherlock hardly seemed the dating-type.

"You went to a Chinese restaurant?" I grinned like a fool. "Together?"

I knew they weren't a couple, but come on, this was a bit suspicious.

Sherlock groaned. I made my smile bigger. John was looking at my phone and realized what I was up to with it.

"Not this again..." he sighed and rubbed his eyes with his palms.

"How sweet," I teased and continued reading.

After opening and reading the first paragraph of 'A Study in Pink' a sentence grabbed my attention.

"'What's incredible, though, is how spectacularly ignorant he is about some things.'" I read aloud to John. "That's so kind of you, John, to post that on the world wide web like that."

"He meant it in a nice way," Sherlock stated, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Really?" I raised my eyebrows.

"You two are impossible," John shook his head in disapproval.

"Oh, and you," I said to get Sherlock's attention. "Did you really not know that the earth goes round the sun?"

"It's not important," Sherlock grunted. "I deleted it."

"Deleted it?"

"Katy, don't repeat. You're taking on John's habits," Sherlock said.

"How do you mean you deleted it?" I said, ignoring his last comment.

"I can delete information when I find it unnecessary," he stated formally.

"When is it unnecessary? I think you'll need the information at least sometime in your life."

"When I know it wouldn't be essential for a case."

"Right..." I stopped myself before I added something like '... it's so human of you to have the capability to do something like that.'

The three of us did our own thing again after that.

I must confess; John wasn't exactly a good writer, but his stories still amazed and impressed me. Sherlock found a killer based on something that wasn't there; a pink suitcase. It matched perfectly of course. How the hell would someone come with up with the idea 'Hey, guys, I found the perfect way to kill someone! The victim can choose between two pills, one is deadly and the other is not! Let's kill some people!'? God, people could be so sick. Outliving people. That's what the murderer thought he was doing.

"John, really, you're making it too easy for me!" I laughed. I showed him my mobile, pointing at the sentence which said 'Well, me and my flatmate went for a Chinese. Like I say, he really does know some great restaurants.' after he gave me a curious look.

"Hey! If you don't stop commenting on my blog at once, I'll take your phone," John tried to say sternly but he failed; he had a hint of smile in his voice.

"I'll scream if you do that," I joked.

Some time went by like that; me reading John's blog and commenting on (criticizing) it, John giving me proper answers and Sherlock ignoring me. I wanted to read 'The Great Game', which made me curious already just by reading the title, but I decided to pause the browsing on my phone for a bit. The speed of the train made me nauseous and I obviously didn't want to throw up among a crowd of passengers, obviously.

"I'm bored," Sherlock said, apparently feeling the need to share the feeling with the whole train. "John! Are you listening to me?"

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"Find me something to do."

"Sherlock... I don't know, deduce something about the other passengers."

"I already did that." Sherlock's pout made me smile.

I smirked in response to the annoyance in John's face. Really, Sherlock could be such a child sometimes; he always needs attention. I decided to help John. "Why don't you tell us about them?" John gave me a certain look, I couldn't figure out if he was happy about my request or not.

"Fine," Sherlock shifted in his seat to face the people more. "The woman next to us doesn't approve of your absence from school; when she first noticed us, she looked at her watch and frowned. After that, she frequently frowned at us. She is visiting her daughter who has recently had a baby recently. This can be told from the photograph in her purse, which was visible when she took out her train ticket. The fiancée of the man behind us cheated on him so they broke up just today. He is pl-"

"Sherlock, stop." John warned when we heard the man behind him weeping. "Not good."

Sherlock, to my surprise, stopped talking after a moment. He took out his phone and concentrated fully on his device. I realized there wouldn't be much talking from either of us, so I decided to close my eyes and prepare myself to face my past. To be honest, the town was my past and it has been very eventful. Because honestly, the town was my past and so much happened in it.


I sighed, watching the air coming out of my mouth and then disappearing again.

John, Sherlock and I were standing in front of my home. Well, I don't know if you can still call it home; Mum and Dad weren't there anymore, and neither was I. I grabbed my keys out of my jacket, which I grabbed out of my bag in 221B, I was proud of myself that I could keep something unused for so long and not lose it. I was freezing so I quickly closed the distance between myself and the door and opened it.

I was kind of relieved at seeing my house again. It was exactly in the state it had been when I left it. Of course, there was a layer of dust lying on the furniture but that was it.

"Help yourself," I said to Sherlock and John who were standing in the hallway, after I closed the door. "Do you need me to do anything?"

"No, apparently not," John said apologetically when we saw Sherlock was halfway across the stairs already. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," I said with a smile, trying to reassure him, hoping that he meant how I was feeling and not the feelings about being inLedbury.

After a moment of gazing at me, he also went upstairs. I let out a sigh for the second time in ten minutes. I wandered into the kitchen and grabbed myself a drink. My chest felt heavy when I saw the open Coca-Cola bottle in the fridge. I quickly drank my lemonade and left the kitchen, I did not bother to put the bottle in the fridge again. I was standing in the living-room, trying to decide what I wanted to do next when Sherlock made that decision for me.

"Katy!" I heard from upstairs and quickly answered with a 'coming' as I took big strides to get to the source of the call.

"What is it?" I asked when I entered Mum's room.

"Do you recognize this man?" Sherlock asked and held something in front of him. I realized it was the cut-off part from the photograph Mum gave me and took it to study it closely.

On the second part of the photograph, there was a black man sitting on the beach on a towel. However, he was sitting with his back towards the sea and watching us intently. He had several tattoos on his upper arm, his head was shaved and had a scar on his belly. There was something familiar about the man but I couldn't put his face to a name.

The first moment I saw the man, questions began filling my head. Who was this man? Why didn't Mum want me to see me this part of the picture? And why do find him familiar?