Ill put the A/N at the end. Thank you.

Let me take you by the hand.

Cassidy's PoV

"AH I see you won the battle of Mrs Hudson and your clothing." was the comment I was greeted with as I entered the sitting room.

I sent Holmes a glare that would make most people cower, but just made him smile in amusement. I smiled at Doctor Watson as I sat on the small sofa, my backpack next to me.

"I'm guessing you have some questions?" I Said, deciding to get this over with so I could start working out a way to get home. I didn't want to be over a 100 years in the past. I wanted to go back to the future, make music with my friends, have Kat crush me in a hug, watch jet as he struggle with his drum kit, tell my mum I love her. I didn't want to be stuck with 2 people who were never have meant to existed. Suddenly unaware of Mr Holmes speaking, I pulled my Pack towards me and dug out my photo's, pulling the one out of the whole band together when they were forced to kip at my place. It was the only photo I had of the whole band and the thought of never seeing them again made tears spring to my eyes. Tears I would never let fall.

I didn't see the concerned looks the two men shot at each other, I didn't feel Doctor Watson coming to sit next to me, and grasp my hand in comfort. I did notice when someone prised my photo out of my hands.

"Give it back." was all I could say, my voice sounding unfamiliar to my ears.

I looked up to Holmes holding my photo.

"Give it here." I stood swiftly and snatched it out of his hand, before sitting down once more and staring at it.

"Those people mean a lot to you." it was more of a statement then a question and I answered with out even looking to see who asked it.

"Yes. They are my best friends, my family." I muttered tracing Onyx's face with my finger.

"What are there name's?" It was doctor Watson who asked.

"Kat. My best friend. I always complained about her hugging me in public, or not practicing the latest music we needed to learn. She is the one with pink hair. The one with green hair is Jet. The brother I never had. He taught me to dance and to play the guitar, he takes me shopping to by clothes my mother would think unsuitable. And the guy with the lack hair is Onyx. He is the oldest but acts like the youngest. So protective. I wonder what they all thought when I vanished.." I trailed off. Looking at the smiling faces of my friends.

"Miss Cassidy. Do you know how you came here?" It was the harsh practical voice that snapped me out of memory lane. I looked up at his face, my eyes locking with his cold ones.

"I've no idea." I looked at the both, before saying some what desperately. "You're sure this isn't just some sick joke?"

Doctor Watson held my hand and spoke softly. He was as kind as he was in the stories I used to love.

"I'm afraid not."

We both looked at Holmes. I hoped he knew of some way I could go home. He seemed to be able to see that in my eyes and shook his head.

"I'm sorry. If you don't know how you got here. I'm afraid I don't know how your going to get back."

I felt like a ton of bricks had fallen into my stomach, and slowly rose to my feet, ignoring Watson as he tried to follow me only to be stopped by Holmes. I went to the window and sat on the sill, looking out at the people below. I don't know how long I sat there before a old man, homeless, caught my eye. He had an old medal on his chest and walked with a limp, carrying an old bag of papers at his side. I flashed back to when I was 12 and just staring to learn the guitar. Jet had sat for ages teaching me cords then started showing me how to play an old song his mother had sung to him before she had died. Memories flooded though me, and I had no control as I started to sing that song I had learned so long ago.

Have you seen the old manIn the closed-down marketKicking up the paperWith his worn out shoes?In his eyes you see no prideHand held loosely at his sideYesterday's paper telling yesterday's newsChorus: so how can you tell me you're lonelyAnd say for you that the sun don't shine?Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of LondonI'll show you something to make you change your mind

I could almost feel Kats hair brushing against my face as she hugged me, or Jets soft hands as he showed me a partially hard cord. My voice flooded with emotion as I sang.Have you seen the old girlWho walks the streets of LondonDirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?She's no time for talkingShe just keeps right on walkingCarrying her home in two carrier bagsChorusIn the all night cafeAt a quarter past elevenSame old man is sitting there on his ownLooking at the worldOver the rim of his tea-cupEach tea lasts an hourThen he wanders home aloneChorusHave you seen the old manOutside the seaman's missionMemory fading with the medal ribbons that he wearsIn our winter cityThe rain cries a little pityFor one more forgotten heroAnd a world that doesn't care

I could feel someone behind me, but couldn't quite make out there reflection in the window before me. Before deciding I didn't care.

"Jet taught me that, just before his mother died. And I'm never going to see any of them again."

I turned round and sobbed into the chest behind me, finally letting myself realise I might never see my home again.

A/N: Ok a very emotional chapter. But it was needed if Cassidy was to realise what she was seeing was true. Is she ever going to see her friends again? Will she ever get home? Keep reading to find out.