The white car stopped in front of 221B. Melody and her family friend got out of the car and the friend got her bags out of the car's trunk. She had 2 backpacks, 2 suitcases and a duffle bag.
"Are you sure you want to do this. I mean your parents don't want to force you into anything," the friend said helping Melody carry the bags up the stairs.
"I'm sure," she said.
Her voice sounded like a regular teenage girl, getting mature and cracking a bit. Her voice was also gentle and it didn't seem like she ever shouted very loud.
Meanwhile inside 221B John and Sherlock were in the flat doing their own things. Sherlock waiting for a case to keep him busy and John trying to knock sense into him.
"6 weeks. 6 weeks and nothing challenging enough. What happened to this city? There used to be murders at the drop of a hat! Now they just all stopped," Sherlock exclaimed, pacing.
The doorbell rung.
"That's a good thing you know," John said.
The doorbell hung again.
"Well I need a case. I need to be busy," Sherlock said.
"The doorbell rung again.
"Shut up!," Sherlock called out to the hallway at the door.
Mrs. Hudson answered the door and saw Melody and the man standing there.
"Hi. Um. Can she come in?," the man said.
"Um. Sure of course," Mrs. Hudson stood aside and allowed the girl to walk in.
The man carried the bags in.
"She's here for Sherlock," the man said.
"Hi. I'm Melody," the girl said and held out her right hand.
Mrs. Hudson shook it.
"I'll leave you to it," the man said to Melody, and left, closing the door behind him.
"Sherlock there's somewhere here to see you," Mrs. Hudson called.