A month has now passed since the terrible incident that occurred in Hyde Park. The police have never been able to arrest the men.

Sherlock and John were on their way to the cemetery. They walked silently side by side. It didn't take long before they were in the right place. Next to the grave stood a man in black clothes and white collar. Another person, kneeling in front of the grave, was crying. This person also wore black clothes. Other people could not see the two of them, did not know the person standing on the gravestone, but nobody else did and there were no other relatives.

Sherlock, who had just arrived at the grave, looked at the person who was now standing next to him and then pulled her firmly into his arms.

"It was not your fault. There was nothing you could do about it, Katie" and looked deep into her eyes. There was so much pain and sadness in her eyes.

"He had chosen it for himself and saved you! I'm sure he doesn't want you to suffer like this.

Katie was visibly touched by what Sherlock told her and that he tried so hard to comfort her. At that thought a little smile fell on her lips.

Sherlock was right, her brother had saved her life.

One month earlier

Katie was about to give the stick to the men who didn't know she was giving Sherlock the right one and only held a copy of the original in her hand, when suddenly her brother grabbed the man's gun, whispered a short "I'm sorry" and then shot himself in front of everyone.

After that, Katie remembered nothing.

She only woke up in the hospital. The person who was sitting next to her bed had fallen asleep. But she didn't know the person. It was a man with blond hair.

"Where am I here? What has happened?"

The blond man who was sitting by her bed opened his eyes, tired.

"Katie, you're awake. How are you?" he asked.

Visibly confused, the young woman stared at him. "Who are you and how do you know my name?"

The blond man, slightly puzzled by her question: "I am John. We have known each other for a few weeks. My friend Sherlock saved your life."

"Sorry, I don't know any Sherlock and I don't know you."

John sighed, until suddenly a female doctor entered the room.

"Oh, and you are?", the doctor asked, stunned.

John, who was still sitting by Katie's bed, stood up, reached out his hand to her and said, "Dr John Watson, hello".

"Oh, you're a doctor?" she now asked interested.

"Yes, military doctor but after I was wounded I came back and now I work in a small practice not far from here"

"Oh, how nice," she smiled now.

Did the doctor just flirt with the blond man? Katie, who was still sitting in her bed, didn't understand anything anymore.

"Could you come outside the door for a moment," asked the doctor and held the door open for him.

John went through the door and then turned back to her, "What is it?

"Are you a relative or a close relative of Ms. Wilson?" John shook his head.

"As far as I know, she doesn't have any next of kin anymore" and looked a little sad.

"But my friend and I are close friends and the only ones she has left."

"Oh, you mean the big gentleman that Miss Wilson brought in yesterday?"

He nodded with a smile.

"Okay, look, I shouldn't be telling you this, but since you're a doctor too... Ms. Wilson has retrograde amnesia, caused by a hard blow to the head or traumatic experience. In your case, I'm guessing two. A head injury, except for a small laceration on her cheek, was not detected. She cannot remember the last 2 weeks. Do you have any idea what might have happened to her?"

"No, but I can find out," replied the blond.

"She is stable enough to go home. Her memories will come back sooner or later but she needs a lot of rest now. Do you know if there is someone besides you who could take care of her?"

"No, as I said. She has no family or other relatives. But she can stay with us for a while. We will take care of her," he replied.

"Okay. Since you are also a doctor, I think it is okay. I'll just get her papers. Will you please tell her that she can go home?"

Smiling, he nodded before turning back towards the door. He quickly sent a message to Sherlock:

She has woken up, but can't remember anything.

I'll come home with her in a minute.

John Watson

Then he went back into the room where Katie was still sitting in her bed, visibly confused.

"You are now being discharged from the hospital," he said to her.

"Okay thanks but where am I going to go? I don't even know where I am here, let alone if I live anywhere?" she whimpered.

"You're staying with us for now, with me and Sherlock," he smiled at her.

Katie didn't really understand but apparently she and this John were friends. And what about this Sherlock? Who was he?

"Um, John? I don't know what we are," he pointed at her and him "but I'd like to get dressed now.

"Oh, yes, of course. I'll wait outside the door, then, shall I?" John understood immediately and went straight out of the room.

After about five minutes the door opened and Katie stepped out.

Smiling, John held his arm out to her. She watched him sceptically before she finally hung up.

"And where are we going now?" she asked.

"Baker Street" he smiled and pulled her with him.