Paris-nord, hours till depart: seven. Too short for a hotel, too long to stay awake. But sleeping here is like standing under a billboard that says rob me please. Sherlock knew he would not be able to stay awake so long, not without new coffee. Looking around he saw that the only place they sold descent coffee was the over expensive Starbucks. The only other option was to buy energy drink.
Sherlock now had to focus on staying awake, the caffeine in the energy drink worked out 2 hours ago and there was still one and a halve hour left till departure. His train was already here, they were cleaning it. Sherlock couldn't wait to get in and close his eyes.
He stared at his phone, he had got thirteen messages since he got on the roof of Bart's, eight from John, four were from Mycroft and one was an unknown number. He would read them later, it was too painful now. A man walked passed with a copy of the Sun in his hand, he was about to throw it away, Sherlock walked up to him and asked if he could have it. Sherlock looked at the front page and saw his face on it, with the deerstalker, they must have got better pictures of me by now, he thought, and he started to read the article:
Yesterday around 14:00 the famous detective Sherlock Holmes took his own life by jumping of Bartholomew Hospital.
Sherlock didn't even read any further, he knew what it said, that he was a fraud, a fake. It was a lie, and still it would be in every newspaper. Just like Moriarty said, I read it in the newspapers so it must be true. Everyone is just so stupid.
Once he sat in the train he slept in less than a minute. He didn't notice that the train departed, he didn't notice the old couple in front of him. Time went by, just like the landscape. The train crossed the border and stopped in Brussels, there he woke up. The old couple had fell asleep. The man reminded him a bit of John. Sherlock felt the tears and looked away. Pleases John, don't believe the lies. Wait for me, I will come back, he thought.
30 minutes left. Why was time so slow when you want it to pass and why was it so fast if you need it. Once he arrived in Amsterdam he had thought over the thousands of options he had and the reasons why he would not.