Sherlock waked around Amsterdam for a few hours, clearing up his mind. Not knowing what to do. He had gone to his homeless connections straight after he arrived. They didn't mind him staying for a while. Then he realized he still had his unread texts. Sherlock thought he'd be ready by now, how wrong could he be.
First he read Mycroft's
Sherlock what happened?
Lestrade called me. Are you
a suspect now? –MH
Sherlock answer me, I
don't want my own brother
in prison. –MH
I'm sorry I haven't been
the brother I should have
been. –MH
I've read the newspapers
Sherlock. if you don't text
me back I will believe
them. –MH
John's were next
Mrs Hudson is fine, it was
a lie. I'm coming. –JW
Sherlock come to Baker
Street. Mrs Hudson made
made you dinner. –JW
Please don't leave me.
I've read the newspapers,
I don't believe them. You're
not a fraud and not dead.
I know you're out there.
Mycroft was here. He
believes the lies. Please
Sherlock, prove him
wrong.
I don't care what they say.
Two boys walked up to me
and said they believe in
you. I'm not the only one.
Sherlock Holmes you
come home now. I need
you.
I have to arrange your
funeral tomorrow. I'm
excepting you're dead
but you're still real. good
bye Sherlock Holmes.
How much Sherlock wanted to go back to England. His eyes were teary and he just stood there, in the middle of Amsterdam. He still had that last text. Sherlock opened it and it was like lightning had struck him.
Your friends are safe
for now. I'm not dead,
you're not dead. It's a
tie. good luck with
disappearing. -JM