** Hello people! Yes! Another chapter! I just wanted to thank you guys so much for all the reviews, follows and favourites. They definitely mean something to me and this story! I got a review about my cliffhangers. Yes, I use cliffhangers to give the story more suspense and so I can also wind you guys up ;) Stay Awesome -Me And The Time Vortex**
I realised I was lying on a cold hard floor. I opened my eyes and John Watson was kneeling next to me with his hand touching my shoulder lightly.
'Sally,' He said. His voice was faint but was getting better with every second that passed. I realised that Sherlock was kneeling at my other side and concern grew in his face.
'Sally, can you hear me?' John said. My hearing was better now.
'Y-yes,' I stuttered. I shivered lightly, which was odd as it was not cold.
'Do you want to sit up?' John asked me.
'Um,' I answered, 'Yeah,'
He helped me sit up with my back against the wall, I was still in the corridor and the basement was next to me. Sherlock stood up and stepped down into the basement.
'You fainted,' John said, still kneeling next to me.
'I gathered,' I said while John got out his keys and brought out a light to look into my eyes with. Of course he had medical equipment with him.
'You're fine Sal but do you know why you fainted? You don't seem to have low blood pressure,' John asked.
'Um, just uh been a bit busy lately..' I lied.
'Is it the past that affected you? This house?' He asked.
'Uhh yeah, must be,' My headache flared up again.
I heard footsteps coming back up from the basement. Sherlock must've seen them by now and maybe he'll even throw another tantrum on how impossible they can be. Or he'll just believe that they were statue.
I saw him and I looked up at his face. No surprise and no confusion settled onto his face. I was confused. Surely he must be feeling something by looking at them.
'There is nothing there,' Sherlock said, looking at John. His voice echoed slightly through the old, wooden house. I felt shocked. What? Why aren't they there? Fear shook through me. What if they escaped somehow. What if someone moved them. What if they are around the house?
I stood up far too quickly. My head span and I would've fell over if it wasn't for John holding me upright.
'What do you mean they are not in there?!' I half screeched at him.
'They are not there. Maybe they were never there Sally,' Sherlock calmly said even though I was clearly losing it. This was my worse dream come true. No one believing in me.
'What?!' I was losing the plot. I raced down the basement to check if he was right. I wanted to prove him wrong.
And you would never guess what I found.