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Lacked your extraordinary mind, I lost our exciting adventures. Nothing happened to me.
Without you, I am nothing.
Unexpectedly, when I faded out of the blogosphere, a new forum which using you as a subject raised.
It turned out that Anderson is attached to you and your great mind just like me. He built a forum called "The Empty Hearse", remembering you with other Sherlock Holmes fans by discussing some fictional details about you.
When I read you these little stories by your bedside, I saw your lip curled. Did you find it amusing when you heard the "sparks" between you and Molly or even Moriarty?
I really want to hear the sarcastic comments by your own mouth.
Just like you have been ruthlessly criticizing Scotland Yard and Anderson.
Miss your voice when you made fun of me.
Did you hear what Mycroft said by your bedside, about the terrorist attack on the Houses of Parliament? I thought the case would be faster to be solved if you were there. Waiting for you to wake up and work with me again. Without our exciting adventures, the amount of exercise is greatly reduced, sitting around you all day, muttering, I'll soon become a nagging middle-aged short fat man.
The new nurse named Mary looks very cheerful and talkative, quite smart too. Do you like her? When I was playing the crossword puzzle this morning, she commented me with your tone suddenly, which surprised me. I just thought, if I met her before I had known you, maybe I would like her. Maybe because I can capture on her, a little bit of your shadow?
People always have a type.