Finally, we were nearly finished. All we needed to do was just get through the fifth and last game then find our mystery man. I just hoped Sherlock would see it. Just looking at him, he was having fun even if he was scared out of his wits just like Mrs. Hudson and me. Right now, Sherlock was busy looking all around the inside of the hallway once we came through the once bolted door. He sniffed around like a seeking bloodhound for an unknown chase. I wondered if he was going to listen to me as I questioned everything that was happening around us.

"Sherlock, is it good that he is doing this to us?" I asked then continued as he wasn't looking away from what he was doing, "Because seriously, Sherlock. You don't seem the least bit worried about what we are going through. This man could possibly even be a murderer for all we know!"

Still not getting an answer from him, I decided to further it by talking: "This man, whoever he is, is a complete nutcase for having us kidnapped and nearly surviving his sick games. Has it occurred to you that he may not even care about our lives at all? Correct me if I'm wrong, this man has serious issues."

Looking for anything from him, I tilted my head and asked, "Sherlock, isn't he?"

Mrs. Hudson kept quiet during the whole thing until she said, "John, I don't think he is in one of those talking moods right now."

"Mrs. Hudson, I don't care." I said with an upset voice. Above all things, the man I looked up to and who is my best friend was intentionally ignoring me. I have always stood up for him as his crime-solving partner, but if our friendship means not having the chance to bond then why am I still here? I sighed as I looked at Sherlock silently searching for clues and said in near defeat, "Fine. Just talk to me when you're done."

"Thank you, John." Mrs. Hudson said sweetly.

I nodded and just slouched my shoulder on the wall on the opposite side from Sherlock. Mrs. Hudson stood in the center and put both her hands on her hips

looking from Sherlock then to me. I hope she was not getting at that we all had to make amends, but I had a feeling she would. Being married to a sociopath, who was secretly an agent for only less than a year along with dating women, I understood how many women think nowadays. I said to her, "Just go on, Mrs. Hudson."

"John, now I know you had some difficult times in the past years since you came to be flatmates with Sherlock, but still remember that I care for you both. Yes, Sherlock can be a complete pain sometimes, but you still get along with him besides that one detective." She paused and added, "I don't remember his name. He is a lovely fellow."

Sherlock finally said something, "Inspector Eric Lestrade... or something like that."

"Greg Lestrade." I corrected him.

"Oh never mind!" Sherlock exclaimed as he went back on analyzing the brickwalls of the hallway. Mrs. Hudson giggled softly so Sherlock wouldn't catch it, but as much as we both know Sherlock, he could probably hear it. Then Mrs. Hudson continued what she was going to say next and said, "And Sherlock, I know you have more sympathy for people other than your brother. Now come on! We need to get going. I can feel the arthritis coming in any moment!"

Sherlock stopped his searching on the brick walls and muttered loudly, "Mrs. Hudson, we should probably think this out clearly. I have already found out where we are."

"Seriously?" I asked surprised.

"Yes, seriously." Sherlock said and he let out air to ask, "Am I the only one that got that we were actually in a factory in the further east end of London?"

"We were in London the whole time?" Mrs. Hudson said confused and surprised. I was almost going to say the same exact thing since I didn't know. How many factories in London would not have windows? It had to be a leased building.

"You didn't tell us we were in London the whole time?" I asked flabbergasted.

Sherlock nodded with replying: "Yes, John. I was still second guessing myself about our situation." He then smiled and said, "This is just great that we are still where we ought to be!"

"So let me get this straight," I said trying to sort this out, "This man who is obviously from America came to London, England just to kidnap us and put us in here?"

Sherlock's eyes glistened and said happily, "Yes. This means the gameplayer may have read your blog or saw us in the media! I bet he just wanted us all to meet him."

He then stood away from the wall to the center where Mrs. Hudson was. He exclaimed, "I can just smell that this case gets more and more exciting. Now come on you two!"

So he turned forward and walked swiftly as Mrs. Hudson and I tried our best to follow closely behind him. I felt I was beginning to be happy as he was to meet our mystery man. I could almost smell the fresh air that will await us!