When the tragedy struck everyone was heartbroken. Sherlock and John had cried the hardest at the death of Mrs. Hudson the woman who was like a second mother to both of them. Socrates took it the worst. Mrs. Hudson had been his companion for a number of years and yet she was gone now. She was not there to pet him behind the ears or read to him in the afternoon.
Socrates slipped into his own depression coming back to his mother's basket and sharing it with her as she tried desperately to cheer him up. Moro was heart broken to see this of her child. Not even Noro could coax her brother out of this mood. Promises of fine fish and milk did nothing as he slept day in and out slowly growing thin.
After a week Moro marched up to her sleeping son and bullied him from the warm basket and to the food and water dish making him eat and drink before taking him on his still slightly wobbly feet down the steps and out the door. Moro when she had found their father made a small map of an area in which she found a few things.
She had found the park down the street, the little bakery around the near across the street from a shoe repair shop. They walked three blocks over to a little bookshop where a young woman sat behind the counter. If they didn't know any better they would have thought it was their dear Mrs. Hudson come back to life and younger.
But this girl was only in her twenties and needed a companion who understood her love of books. Moro had come to this place before with Sherlock and John when they sometimes brought the children along. A customer came through the door giving the two a chance to slip in.
"Hey Moro." The woman smiled seeing the white female but when her eyes settled on Socrates her face became curious. "That's your son. He's so big now. I remember the picture Sherlock showed me of you and your kittens. Socrates hmm. Is he a book worm too?" she smiled.
They fell in perfectly together. Moro brought Socrates back every day for two weeks. Socrates ate and drank again he was interactive with his siblings at times and with the rest of the Holmes-Watson family. Socrates began staying the night and soon just became a constant resident of the little bookstore.
Moro was glad to see her son happy again but she knew that Martha Hudson former Landlord of two-two-one B Baker Street, secondary mother to the great Sherlock Holmes and John Watson would always have a place in his heart.