Sherlock,
The toe nails grew half a millimetre over night. We're getting some where.
Someone (who most likely were from Your homeless network) knocked on the door today, - I still haven't fixed the door bell you shot at – and she had some flowers for You.
As nice as the gesture was, I couldn't help but notice that they had a card in them "Dear Madge, you will ever be in our hearts."
I had to go down to the graveyard, to return the flowers to poor Madge.
Sherlock, when I was down there; I had to. I had to see Your grave, if only for proof that You're gone. But when I got there, I saw something unexpected.
Lestrade. He was just sat there, in his suit, obviously on his lunch break from the Yard. Sherlock, he was crying. He just sat there in tears. I didn't know what to do.
What is happening to me Sherlock? It's my job to tell people that it's OK, to comfort them when they get bad news.
What have you done to me?