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Chapter 2.

I walked along the lonely street, knowing where I was heading. I should be working, but my legs guided me the wrong way. I walked faster than I'd ever walked before, I was drawn to a familiar place.

The cemetery.

I dashed along to Sherlock's grave, removing the wilting flowers that had been there for six months.

ICouldn'tFaceComingBackAlone.

Mrs. Hudson or Mycroft had obviously been here. Mourning over their losses.

TheyCanCopeBetterThanICan.

"Sherlock," I said to his grave. "I, I need you more than ever. Please don't be dead. I..." I sighed, the words I was looking for weren't escaping my lips. I made my way over to the tall, iron gates that took me out of the cemetery.

Suddenly, I felt it. I felt like I was being watched. I'm wasn't over reacting. I hurried to the gates, worried incase I was being followed.