The next morning, the 'Daily Express' front page headline screams 'MORIARTY WALKS FREE' with a strapline 'Sherlock verdict at Old Bailey trial'. The media talks about how he was he walks free and what is next for Sherlock Holmes.
Two months goes by, with the trial in the back of everyone's mind as they continue on with daily life.
A taxi drops John off on the opposite side of 221 B. After coming back from the country club where Mycroft had told him about the assassins that have taken residence there on the same street, he can't help but be aware of the people passing by in the street. Wondering if any of them are the killers keeping an eye on the flat, he doesn't want the girls to be worrying about it. Not after with Cooper and Zoe nearly dying.
He reaches the front door that is wide open; he sees a brown envelope has been left on the doorstep. There's no writing on it, but it's been sealed with an old fashioned wax seal. Peeling open one corner of the envelope, his finger slides along the edge and slices it open. A lot of brown dust, with some larger chunks falls out.
As he catches some of it, a man in a Cockney accent says behind him, "'Scuse, mate."
"Oh," John says and steps aside as a heavily tattooed bald man wearing jeans and black vest carries a stepladder into the hallway. John follows him in, putting the envelope into his pocket as he goes.
Trotting up the stairs and going into the living room, John says "Sherlock, something weird…."
He stops as she sees Lestrade and Donovan in the room with Sherlock.
"What's going on?" He asks them.
"Kidnapping," Sherlock answers. He goes over to the table and sits down, typing on a laptop.
"Rufus Bruhl, the ambassador to the U.S." Lestrade informs John.
"He's in Washington, isn't he?" John recalls.
"Not him- his children, Max and Claudette, ages seven and nine." He clarifies.
Donovan then shows John pictures of the two missing children.
"They're at 's."
"Posh boarding place down in Surrey," Donovan supplies.
Lestrade says to Sherlock who is still typing, "The school broke up; all the other boarders went home- just a few kids remained, including those two."
"The kids have vanished."
"The ambassador's asked for you personally," Lestrade tells him after Donovan finished talking.
Sherlock is already on his feet and heading out of the door with his coat over his arm.
"The Reichenbach Hero," Donovan says sarcastically.
Sherlock keeps walking, after a moment Lestrade follows him.
"Isn't it great to be working with a celebrity!" He comments.
As John gestures for Donovan to go first out of the room, their actions are being watched by a camera high up on the living room wall near the left hand front window.
Zoe walks down to the labs on her break, knowing that Sherlock would be there; or at least she can visit Molly. She has a good friendship with the pathologist. After some 'anonymous calls', she had landed a nursing job at St. Bart's. It had a good nursing program there. At the moment, she was on rotation and was working in the children's ward.
Opening the door, she sees John there with Sherlock at a separate working table. Seeing her, John fills her in on the case they had just gotten; since Sherlock hasn't acknowledged her when she came in. They had just come back from the boarding school with samples.
"Need any help?" She asks him after she heard what has been going on.
"Desperately," He says. "Could use some eyes that don't belong to anyone that's not tall, annoying, and cheeky."
Zoe smirks at him and nudges him. "Behave."
As Zoe beings to help John, Sherlock slides another sample in the microscope. He quietly murmurs to himself softly, "I….owe….you."
He turns his head and looks at a computer screen nearby. Sherlock knows that Zoe is there and is helping John, but he didn't want to get distracted. The game is still being played by him and Moriarty.
"Glycerol molecule," Sherlock sighs heavily as he struggles to identify the item. "What are you?"
Molly stands beside him, typing onto a laptop. "What did you mean, 'I owe you'?" She asks him, since she had heard him.
Sherlock raises his eyes from the microscope and watches John as he crosses the room and Zoe, as she is working through the pictures that are there.
"You said, 'I owe you'. You were muttering it while you were working." Molly says again.
He looks into the microscope again. "Nothing, it's just a mental note."
Molly then looks at him. "You're a bit like my dad. He's dead," She then closes her eyes in embarrassment. "No, sorry."
"Molly, please don't feel the need to make conversation. It's not really your area."
She continues to cringe, but continues to talk "When he was dying…., he was cheerful; he was lovely- except when he thought no one could see. I saw him once, he looked sad."
"Molly…." Sherlock says sternly in a warning.
"You look sad…." She then glances to Zoe and John. "When you think they can't see you."
Sherlock's eyes lift from the microscope and drifts to John who is looking through papers on the other side of the lab and to Zoe who jotting down some notes onto paper, his gaze lingers on Zoe. They're unaware of the conversation. He then turns his head to look at Molly.
"You're watching," He points out to her.
"I don't count." She tells him.
Sherlock looks at her in shock, "Of course you do." He counters.
Molly gives him a look, knowing that she won't believe him in that. Not when he has someone brilliant like Zoe.
"What I'm trying to say is that, if there's anything I can do, anything you need, anything at all, you can have me." She flinches and looks away briefly. That wasn't what she had meant, for him to cheat on Zoe! "No, I just mean….I mean if there's anything you need…." Molly shakes her head. "It's fine."
She turns away, Sherlock looks shaken. Still reeling that she believes that she doesn't count and that Molly can see him just as well as Zoe.
"What-what-what could I need from you?" He asks her.
Turning back to him, she says "Nothing." Then Molly shrugs. "I dunno. You could probably say thank you, actually."
Nodding nervously but firmly, Sherlock's mouth twitches as if it doesn't know how to say the words.
"….Thank you," Sherlock says hesitantly.
He frowns a little and turns his head away as if surprised that he said it. Molly starts to walk towards the door.
"I'm just gonna go and get some crisps. Do you want anything?" She asks him.
He starts to open his mouth but she turns back and answers for him. "It's ok, I know you don't."
"Well, actually, maybe I'll…."
"I know you don't." She says again as Molly turns and walks away, leaving the room.
He watches her go, and then gazes into the distance thoughtfully for a moment before looking back into the microscope.
After Molly had left, Zoe's pager goes off. Telling her that she needs to get back to the ward.
"Sorry John, duty calls." She tells him, thinking that Sherlock hasn't noticed her at all.
"Off you go then," John says back. He knows what it is like; even if it's been awhile since he has worked in a hospital.
She smiles at him and leaves; Zoe knows that they'll save the children. She has faith in them, but mostly in Sherlock.
John sighs and puts his head in his hands. He hopes that this case will be over with soon. The stress is getting to him. He was also ignorant of the conversation that just happened. Looking through the pictures as well, John finds one of the inside of the wooden trunk which shows the envelope with the wax seal and another with a close up of the seal.
"Sherlock," John calls to the detective.
Zoe walks into the room where the children were placed. She was ordered by the doctor; that had taken over their case after the Max had come out of surgery to have his stomach pumped because of the poison in his system, to get them to talk about what happen to them. Claudette was with him as well, she didn't want to be separated from her brother.
Opening the door, she sees Claudette awake on her bed watching her.
"I'm Zoe," She tells her with a gentle voice. "What's your name?"
"Claudette," She says very quietly.
"Do you mind if I sit with you?" Zoe doesn't want to freeze up more; she's been through enough as it is.
Claudette shakes her head. Zoe pulls up a chair that is in the room and puts it down between the spaces of the two beds in the room.
Pointing to the boy asleep in the bed behind Zoe, she says "That's my brother."
Zoe turns around in her chair to look at him. She sees the signs of mercury poisoning very easily. Turning back in her chair, she asks her "What's his name?"
"Max."
She grins at her, "You both have good names."
Claudette nods.
"What are you doing here? You sound American like me," Zoe points out. She hears a little bit more of a Maryland accent in her voice when she speaks than British.
"Daddy's job."
"What's your dad do?"
"He…uh, he….um…. works with other people for um, governing or something." Claudette tries to explain.
Zoe nods in understanding. "Do you like it here? Personally, there's not that much sun and they say things really weirdly." She is trying her to get to open up.
Claudette shrugs again.
Zoe gets up to leaven when Claudette's hand grabs her navy blue scrubs shirt.
"Where are you going?" Claudette asks.
"Do you want me to leave, you must be tired." Zoe tells her.
Claudette shakes her head. "The bad man might come back," She tells her afraid that they'll be taken again.
"Who is the 'bad man'?" Zoe asks. Maybe she can be able to name him if they show her a picture of him.
"The man who took us," Claudette answers.
Sitting on the bed, Zoe tells her "He won't take you again, I promise."
"He made us eat candy, it tasted funny." She explains to her.
"What did it taste like, like it had gone bad?" Zoe asks. At least she was getting something.
She nods again, remembering how it tasted.
"Why did he make you eat it?"
It didn't make sense on why Moriarty would feed them poisoned candy and giving hints to Sherlock without a reason.
"Uh, he made us…..we had to eat it cause he said Daddy and Mummy would have their, um feelings hurt if we didn't." She explains.
Zoe breaths out slowly, controlling her anger. That was sick and low of Moriarty; but what else could she expect from him.
Sherlock is pacing in a waiting room while John is sitting nearby. The children had been taken away from the factory and they had followed some time later. They are waiting to be given the go ahead by the doctor and the nurse that is with them at the moment.
Lestrade and Donovan come in.
"Right; then," She says sarcastically to Sherlock. "The professionals have finished. If the amateurs wanna go in and have their turn…."
John stands up and walks over to them. Lestrade looks seriously at Sherlock, "Now, remember, she's in shock and she's just seven years old, so anything you can do to…."
"Not be myself," Sherlock says, taking the hint.
"Yeah, might be useful."
Sherlock looks to John and doing everything but roll his eyes, reaches up and unpops his coat collar. Folding it down flat before leading John and the others out into the hallway, he makes his way to the hospital room that the children are in.
Zoe is about to speak again when the door opens and Sherlock comes in.
"Claudette, I-" Sherlock starts to speak.
He gets no further as the girl moves her head to look at him, takes one look at him and starts to scream.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Claudette screams out and hides under the covers.
"Claudette, it's ok!" Zoe says, taken aback by how she had reacted to seeing him.
Going to her, she wraps her arms around her. Zoe shoots Sherlock a 'what is going on?' look. Claudette latches onto Zoe tightly, trying to hide from Sherlock. Sherlock stands there bewildered.
"Claudette, listen to me…" Sherlock tries again to talk to her.
Zoe continues to sooth her, "It's ok, it's ok." She runs her hand through the girl's hair to calm her down.
"The bad man, the bad man!" Claudette whimpers and cries against Zoe.
As Zoe continues to try to sooth her, Lestrade comes in. He heard the screaming and says to Sherlock "Out! Get out!"
He grabs his arm; Zoe looks at him again; wondering what is going on. Sherlock hesitates to walk out of the room; there is a look in his eyes. A mixture of emotions that is also on his face, but he leaves.
Zoe rocks her gently as Claudette continues to cry. "He's gone, he's gone," She tells her.
She climbs out her arms and out of the bed and goes to her brother. Zoe watches her sadly, knowing that she needed someone familiar to her.
Shortly afterwards, Sherlock is standing at the window of a different waiting room; looking out into the night through the slates of the blinds. Donovan watches him thoughtfully.
"Makes no sense," John says. He recalls the girl's screams of calling Sherlock 'the bad man'.
"The kid's traumatized. Something about Sherlock reminds her of the kidnapper," Lestrade thinks out loud.
"And the boy?" John asks.
"No, he's unconscious." Lestrade answers.
In the building opposite of the hospital wing that they're in, all the lights in the offices come on, on the second floor, spray paint has been applied to the three of the office widows. Sherlock stares at the letters that have been painted.
IOU
Seconds later, the lights on that floor go out again. Everyone in the room is unaware of what he had just seen because the blinds were blocking their view.
"What was that?" Lestrade asks Sherlock, talking about what they had just witnessed with the girl and nurse and bringing his attention back into the room.
"I don't know," Sherlock says. Somewhat lying at the moment.
"Well, you better figure it out because honestly it doesn't look good to have that child freaking out at the site of your mug." Lestrade tells him.
"Not to mention the nurse that was there as well," Donovan adds as well. She saw a glimpse of who the nurse is and recognized Zoe.
"She did nothing," Sherlock says defensively. He would do whatever it takes to keep Zoe out of this.
She smirks at him, seeing that she had hit a nerve. "No, but she is a witness."
"Witness to your stupidity maybe," Sherlock snide right back.
"Enough," Lestrade tells them. It was like baby sitting at times! "This is getting us nowhere."
"I will get to the bottom of this," Sherlock tells him.
Lestrade looks around to Donovan and John. "Come on," He tells them.
He and John leave the room. Donovan stays behind as Sherlock walks towards the hall.
"Brilliant work you did, finding those kids from just a footprint. It's really amazing," She tells him.
"Thank you."
"Unbelievable," Donovan says pointedly.
Sherlock hesitates momentarily, and then continues to walk. She watches him go with a thoughtful expression.
Zoe signs off on the kids' charts and places it back into the chart holder on the wall. She had managed to get Claudette to sleep without any medication, promising that she'll see her parents as soon as possible. Sighing a little, she walks back to the nurse station.
Hearing footsteps, Sherlock says as he follows her "You don't believe I did it, do you?"
She looks back to him as she continues to walk, "If you were that type of man, you've hurt Ellie if you wanted to." Zoe knows that he could've hurt her and her family during the holidays, but he's not that type of man.
He sighs, that wasn't the answer he was looking for.
Slowing down her pace, Zoe reaches back and takes his hand. She gives him his answer.
Sherlock squeezes her hand. Getting the message she was sending to him.
"I'll meet you back home, ok." She says to him. Zoe is still on the clock and has about an hour left.
"As you wish," Sherlock tells her. Walking up to her side, he kisses her cheek.
She grins a little at that. Sherlock rarely does public display of affection, Zoe watches him go in the direction of the front doors.
John manages to catch up to him as he runs down the last flight of stairs.
"Sally is spewing lies about you again," John says a little out of breath. He did hear pieces of what sergeant was telling Greg.
"When hasn't she," Sherlock comments.
They walk out of the lobby through the automatic doors. Sherlock raises his hand to hail an approaching taxi. As they walk to the curb, John looks over to Sherlock and asks "You alright?"
"Yes," Sherlock replies quickly.
Sherlock opens the door and tells him, "This is my cab. You get the next one."
"Why?" John questions his odd behavior.
"You might talk." He gets in and closes the door and the taxi pulls away.
John stares after him in disbelief and then sighs.
When Zoe is done with her shift, it was late at night. Walking out of the locker room after she had changed her scrubs into her normal clothing, she sees Maddy waiting for her in the hallway.
Surprised at seeing her friend, Zoe says "Hey."
"Have you seen Sherlock?" Maddy asks.
"He was here earlier, why?" What did he do this time?
"He hasn't been home in ages and won't answer his mobile," Maddy tells her. "Me and John are worried."
Zoe thinks of what has happened hours ago with Claudette.
"It's been a long day; he may just need some time to himself." Zoe tells her.
Maddy nods in understanding. John has filled her in what has been going on as well over the phone right before she came to the hospital to walk with Zoe back home.
They get back to 221 B, when they walk into the foyer they hear Sherlock saying loudly "Can't you see what he's doing!" Followed by a loud bang against the table.
The girls look to each other before they run up the stairs. When they reach the living room, they see John standing by the window and Sherlock sitting in front of his laptop at the table.
"What's going on?" Maddy demands. "When did he get home? Where the bloody hell have you been Holmes?"
Sherlock ignores them and is still waiting for John's answer.
"I know you're for real," John answers.
"A hundred percent?" Sherlock asks.
He says quietly, "Well, nobody could fake being such an annoying dick all the time."
Sherlock locks eyes with him again; his mouth twitches with a trace of a smile. John looks away again, and the girls look at each other and sighs out.
After John and mostly Sherlock had settled down, Maddy goes to John and talks to him in hush tones. Then he receives a phone call on his phone. Sherlock sits in his chair, with Zoe sitting on the arm rest. Sherlock watches Maddy and John, but at the same time thinking about how he had to deal with Moriarty's game and keeping everyone safe as well.
Zoe glances down at him from her seat on the arm chair. "I know it's stupid to ask, but I'm asking anyways; you going to be ok?"
He simply nods, still watching them talk.
She sighs out sadly, knowing that he is lying.
As John walks to the center of the living room, he lowers the phone from his ear and ends the call. He turns to Sherlock.
"So, still got some friends on the Force. It's Lastrade. Says they're all coming over here right now, queuing up to slap on the handcuffs: every single officer you ever made feel like a tit, which is a lot of people." He tells him.
Sherlock isn't bothered by the news. Mrs. Hudson knocks on the closed living room door and says "Ooh-ooh!" She comes in, apparently feeling the tension in the room.
"Oh, sorry, am I interrupting?"
Sherlock rolls his eyes and looks away.
"Not at all," Maddy assures her. "What's up Mrs. H?"
Mrs. Hudson looks to John and says, "Some chap delivered a parcel. I forgot. Marked 'Perishable'-I had to sign for it."
Sherlock stands up and snatches it out of her hands.
"Funny name. German, like the fairytales." She tells them.
Sherlock's gaze is intense as he opens it and pulls out the contents. Zoe stands up as well and walks up to him. Outside, the sirens of several different vehicles are approaching. In his hand is a large gingerbread man, but it's an unusual color.
"What is it then?" John asks, not getting it.
"Burnt to a crisp," Sherlock says.
"Is it supposed to mean something?" Maddy asks as well, walking up next to John.
The sirens stop as the vehicles pull up outside, doors start to slam as people get out of the cars.
"What does it mean?" John asks again.
The doorbell rings and as someone pounds on the front door knocker.
"Police!" Someone yells out.
"I'll go," Mrs. Hudson says. She turns and hurries down the stairs as someone continues to knock on the door. Voices can be heard as she opens the door.
"Sherlock…" Donovan says downstairs.
"Evening, Mrs. Hudson;" Lestrade tells her.
"We need to talk to you!" Donovan says up the stairs.
Sherlock puts the gingerbread man back into the envelope and puts it on the table.
"I'll go see what this is all about," John says and heads downstairs.
Sherlock, Zoe, and Maddy all hear from upstairs Mrs. Hudson sounding angry "Don't barge in like that!"
Maddy goes downstairs as well and says "What is happening around here?" Demanding answers from the bottom of the stairs.
Sherlock turns to Zoe and says "Well, it seems I must indulge the idiotic masses."
Zoe rolls her eyes to that. She sees him calmly turning around to reach for his scarf, Zoe gets to it first. Looping it around his neck she tells him "I still believe in you."
He gives her a smile and kisses her cheek.
Tugging on the scarf more, Zoe moves Sherlock's head more into her direction and kisses him. Knowing that it may be the only time that they'll have any time to themselves.
"Where is the bloody psycho!? Holmes!" Donovan shouts as she pushes past John and Maddy to go up the stairs.
"Really! Manners!" Mrs. Hudson scolds her.
When they break apart, Zoe looks at him knowingly. Knowing that he's going to be arrested.
"The three of you stay safe," Sherlock tells her.
He pulls himself away from her and puts on his coat and turns to the door.
"Don't you dare do anything stupid," Zoe tells him.
"Trust me; I'm not the stupid one." He remarks to her.
Feet can be heard trotting up the stairs.
"Ah, Donovan; what timing you have." Sherlock says to her as the Sargent appears and two officers follower her up as well.
She sneers at him, and then Lestrade comes up as too. He is about to read him his rights as the cops handcuffs him. John and Maddy appear as well.
"Have you got a warrant? Have you?" John questions Lestrade.
"Leave it, John." Lestrade orders him.
Lestarde then moves in front of Sherlock as one of the two officers cuffs his left wrist. "Sherlock Holmes, I'm arresting you on suspicion of abduction and kidnapping."
John gestures towards Sherlock while looking at Greg as the officer pulls Sherlock's left hand behind his back in order to cuff his other wrist. Zoe looks on resigned; Maddy moves over to her friend and wraps her arm around her, giving her support as she sees her boyfriend being arrested.
"He's not resisting," John says to Greg.
"It's all right, John." Sherlock tells him.
"He's not resisting. Not, it's not all right, this is ridiculous." He continues to protest.
Greg says to the officer who had just handcuffed Sherlock "Get him downstairs now."
The officer spins Sherlock around and marches him out of the door. Mrs. Hudson who had come up as well is nearby, almost in tears.
"You know you don't have to do…" John tries again.
Lestrade gets into his face and points at him sternly "Don't try to interfere, or I shall arrest you too."
He leaves the room. John turns to Sally who is standing near the door.
"You done?" He asks her.
Sher looks smug and tells him "Oh, I said it."
"Mmm-hmm?"
"First time we met."
"Don't bother."
"'Solving crimes won't be enough. One day he'll cross the line.' Now, ask yourself: what sort of man would kidnap those kids so he can impress us all by finding them?"
Mrs. Hudson gasps at hearing that.
"I demand you let him go now." John commands her.
"John," Zoe says softly.
He looks at her, Zoe shakes her head. John sighs, knowing that he has to push his anger away and has to look out for Zoe now as well.
Then the Chief Superintendent walks in.
"Donovan," He tells her.
"Sir."
"Got our man?"
"Er, yes, sir."
"Looked a bit of a weirdo, if you ask me."
John and Zoe turns to him.
"Often are, these vigilante types," The Superintendent continues. He looks around as he talks, but then sees Zoe staring at him.
"What are you looking at?"
Before Zoe can snap back at him, John starts to move. What he does shocks everyone in the room, Zoe gapes at him. No wonder why Sherlock didn't want to tick him off!
A minute or two later, the Chief Superintendent walks out onto the street. Holding a handkerchief to his bleeding nose.
"Are you all right, sir?" A police officer asks.
Zoe and Maddy follows John and an officer who just arrested him. Stopping at the threshold of the open door, Zoe says to her best friend "Your boyfriend is my hero!"
Maddy smiles with pride "He is pretty remarkable."
Nearby, Sherlock has been facing a police car; leaning against it. John is slammed up against the care nest to his left. Sherlock looks across to him with an amused expression on his face.
"Joining me?"
"Yeah, apparently it's against the law to chin the Chief Superintendent." John tells him. It's better than to say that the said person had insulted Zoe. That would push Sherlock's control.
Behind them, a couple of armed officers unlock the cuff on Sherlock's right hand transfer it to John's right wrist; chaining them together. Looking over his shoulder, Sherlock is watching what the officers are doing where they're standing. He sees Zoe and Maddy in the threshold of 221 B talking.
"Hmm…bit awkward, this."
"Huh, no one to bail us." John says.
"I was thinking more about our imminent and daring escape."
"Question is," Maddy says to Zoe "How do we get them out tomorrow morning?"
Sherlock looks back to Zoe and Maddy. He catches her eye, and then looks back at the car.
Zoe sighs and says to Maddy "We don't have to worry about that. Cover your ears, May."
Maddy gives her a questioning look. "Why?"
"Because my boyfriend is about to do something stupid."
Rapidly Sherlock reaches through the open window of the car with his free and presses down on the 'Talk' button. Instantly the officer behind them doubles over in pain and grabs at his earpiece as a high pitched squeal of feedback rips through it. Zoe and Maddy winces and covers their ears from the noise as well. Sherlock reaches behind him and pulls the officer's pistol free, raising it. Since it's in his left hand, John's right hand is chained and is yanked upwards as well. He gasps in surprise at the rapid turn of events.
Sherlock calls out as he aims the pistol to the nearest officers "Ladies and gentlemen, will you all please get on your knees?"
When nobody reacts, Sherlock raises the gun upwards and fires it twice.
"NOW would be good!" He says and lowers it at the police and then aims the gun wildly, it is then pointed to Zoe and Maddy.
Maddy freezes up as the gun is pointed to them, but Zoe knows better. She knows that he won't shoot them; however she still plays along and stiffens at the sight of the gun as well.
"I swear if you even graze them with a bullet…." John mumbles.
"Calm down John, the girls will be fine." Sherlock assures him.
"Do as he says!" Lestrade yells and gestures everybody downwards and all the police start to kneel. The boys start to back away.
"Well done," Sherlock says and transfer the pistol to his right hand and aims it at John's head. "Now I will be taking my hostage."
"Hostage!" John says in surprised. "Right….that's bloody fantastic."
"Now Sherlock, don't do anything rash here…." Lestrade says as he tries to stop him. But he still kneeling, not wanting to put John in even more danger.
Sherlock puts on the safety, but it looks like he cocked the gun and aims it to John's head again.
John looks to Maddy as if to say 'I love you, goodbye'.
"God, please let it be quick." John says.
"You're an idiot if you think I'll ever shoot you," Sherlock whispers to him. "But continue playing, we need to run."
John grumbles to himself, but prepares for the run.
They continue to back away from the kneeling police.
"So now what?" He asks Sherlock.
"Doing what Moriarty wants- I'm becoming a fugitive. Run."
He turns and begins to race off down the road, dragging John with him.
Back at the police cars, Greg buries his head in his hands. The Chief Superintendent gets to his feet and turns to him.
"Get after him, Lestrade!" He orders him.
So this does have another song title. Same music (selling the news- switchfoot). Hope you don't mind us adding in some lines and changing the location of where the kids were taken to (in the show, it was Scotland yard and not a hospital)!
We are working on the next chapter. Also, check out 'it runs in the family' by theD0ct0r-D0nna! It's a new sleepy hollow story! =)