The Masked Phantom steps into the spotlight again before her audiences…
"I know, I know… it's a little too early for Christmas but it's never too early to prepare a Christmas list…" (winks and takes out a long scroll and starts writing)
"Hmm… a collection of the complete Conan series of Sherlock Holmes, a Phantom of the Opera book, more masks to add to my collections… more ideas for my fanfics and last but not least… a new chapter for the viewers…" (she gives a bow, pulls a scroll, let it roll back and disappears along with it)
The story continues…
Disclaimer: All the characters in SH22 do not belong to me. Excluding a few that are going to appear in this story.
Distant Relative
Chpt. 4: The Results
In the hovercraft, Sherlock Holmes explained to them how he got the idea of using his DNA and with the aid of an advance software for genetic sequencing work. It works by finding a possible relative through matching of genetic hereditary in certain physical aspects or characteristics that had being inherited. (A/N: Hey… it's the 22nd century… technology is really advance)
Well… the great Sherlock Holmes had just amazed his listeners yet again… the two irregulars, Wiggins and Deidre were trying to recall something from their Biology lessons. Whereas Inspector Lestrade on the other hand was trying her best to 'digest' the bulk of information given. This had caused her to swirl away from another vehicle during the processing.
"Er… in English please. If you won't mind?" asked Wiggins who was scratching his head.
"Yeah. Holmes if you can't see that some one is trying to drive here…" added Lestrade sarcastically.
Holmes sighed to himself before saying, "As I was saying… I asked Watson to use my DNA to trace for a possible relative and now that he has found a match, we're returning to Baker Street to find out."
The rest of the journey was filled with the exchange of questions and answers. (A/N: if I were to elaborate this in further details you people will just get bored from reading it… on with the story!)
Once everybody had settled into their seats in the living room, Watson noticed that it was the first time everyone was paying their attention to him. It was strange as it was Holmes who was usually up to this stuff. Whereas the other reason was, for a droid to receive such an attention he wasn't really comfortable with it.
Not that he has a throat, Watson made a sound of clearing his throat, hoping that it would have some effect in releasing the tensions in his circuits. Fortunately it did and he handed Holmes the details of the results and the details of his distant relative.
Holmes eyes tinted with excitement as he studied the results then the profile of his relative and the irregulars stood behind him trying to see the results. He looked at the photo and it showed a charming teenage girl with long caramel brown hair with a pair of bluish grey eyes and sharp facial features to go along with it. Later he studied the details of her profile, and it goes like this…
Name: Sandra Holmes
ID No.: XJ-150-88357A
Gender: Female
D.O.B.: 20 August 2087
Age: 17
Current Address: Brook Street 21, Block 50, Room 2B
Holmes then looked at her parents particulars…
Father: Jason Holmes
ID No.: XJ-123-150251Z
Occupation: Software Programmer
Current status: Deceased
Mother: Nancy Lane
ID No.: XJ-135-511512C
Occupation: Bio-tech Researcher
Current status: Deceased
He looked through the parents particulars again, paused for awhile and flipped to the next page to read a newspaper article. The features on his face soften in a sort of pity and sadness for Sandra's loss. The irregulars too give the similar expression.
Lestrade who was observing them from the sitting place next to Holmes, gave Watson a questioning look hoping that he would explain further. Watson nodded and said, "It's sort of sad I say, Sandra… Holmes' relative lost both of her parents when she was thirteen. They were going on their second honeymoon, but were to be met by an unfortunate event… their lunacraft exploded before it could reach its destination. She went under the care of her aunt, Nadine Lane until a year ago, when her aunt married and moved out and I presume that she is living alone in the apartment and is still pursuing in her studies."
It seems that the atmosphere around them had dampened. Even though Watson could not feel it, he could always read the expression on their face and he knew that he should say something to lighten their mood.
"It looks like the both of you share the same kind of eye colour… well we could now see the family through their eyes. Don't you agree?" said Watson.
Holmes merely nodded and gave a wry smile in acknowledgement of his friend efforts in cheering them up. He looked at Sandra's photo again, her deep bluish grey eyes seemed to have given some details of her sorrowful past.
Deidre looked at Holmes feeling slightly sad for him, even if Watson tried to cheer him up, it wasn't enough. It was then a brilliant idea struck her.
"Mr. Holmes, since it's Christmas tomorrow, why not hold a party here and invite Sandra over so that we can get to know each other better." Deidre asked as her eyes gave a sparkle of excitement. Indeed it had brought some life back to Holmes dreary mood.
"Not a bad suggestion Deidre. As long as you don't include the mistletoe under your list of decorations." Holmes said with the sense of humor returning to him and it had evaporated the last bit of dampness as every one burst into a hearty fit of laughter.
Everyone agree that a party was a good idea to gather families together and they started to discuss on their plans on how the Christmas party should be organized.
The Masked Phantom appears in the spotlight again she smiles before her viewers…
"Hmm… I think I should be sending the Christmas list to Santa before it's too late." (she waves an envelope before the audiences and tucks it safely into her pocket…)
"Try not to blame me for the poor grammar and the details on Sandra's address… well… that's all for now… if you want it to move on… you know what to do… start sending in your reviews."
She takes a pouch out from her pocket, opened it and grab a handful of what looks like glittering powder, gives a bow to the audiences before she throws it into the air and… what happened next was just like magic. The Masked Phantom disappears in a cloud of smoke as the glittering powder touches her…
To be continued…