Sherlock POV.
We silently crept down the pitch-black tunnel, carefully avoiding faux spiders and real spider-webs hanging from the ceiling. Bailey and John shone their flashlights side to side, ensuring that every inch of the abandoned ride was covered with light as we passed through looking for any signs that Moriarty had been there. I couldn't help but think about how Bailey had reacted during our conversation-like she had handled a situation like this before. Or maybe it was just that she had brothers? Either way, I knew that she would make it through this, as would Abigail. Abigail seemed to have made it through the worst of it, but it was what came after-when what just happened sinks in-that I knew would be a problem for Bailey. Just as I was beginning to sink into my mind palace, I registered a small, dim light up ahead. I focused just in time to hear Bailey sing, barely audibly, "There's a light at the end of this tunnel..." Abbie grinned. I really don't know what John fed her. I will have to find out.
The four of us crept, if it was possible, even more softly down the rest of the corridor, all on high alert. When we reached the wide-open space, Bailey's already big brown eyes widened at the daunting prospect in front of us: the whole room (about the size of a big dining hall) was filled with Mrs. Hudson's tied to chairs.
"We have to find the real one in all of this?" Abbie asked, sounding slightly concerned.
"Well, that's a bit obvious, isn't it?" I muttered. Bailey shot me a glare. I held my hands up in defense and apology.
"Moriarty's probably drugged Mrs. Hudson so that she looks and responds like one of these dummies. How should we proceed?" Bailey asked, questioning me. Out of nowhere came Moriarty's voice.
"Right you are! And by the way, you now have 30 minutes. Good luck!"
"As if this room wasn't already creepy enough," said Abbie, "the king of creepiness himself had to add to it." Bailey gave her friend an 'are you okay? I'm not sure sugar was a good idea.' look.
"Where do we begin?" John asked. "And how do we tell which one of these is the real Mrs. Hudson?"
I saw a light dawn in Bailey's eyes. She reached under the nearest chair and pulled off an obviously fake explosive package. "This is how," she explained. "The real Mrs. Hudson will have an actual explosive package underneath! I am guessing that we have to find the explosives and disarm them."
"Wonderful work, Miss Holmes," Moriarty's voice chuckled. An odd look crossed Bailey's face, like she hadn't yet accustomed herself to the name. "You win a prize! For your correct answer, you-and no one else-will cut the bomb's wires or the whole place goes boooom!"
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Chapter Song: Summer by David Garrett
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