Chapter 3: Mind palace
They couldn't go back to the flat that night. For once it was a good thing they had Mycroft. He found them a bearable hotel. Which they got into for free. When they got to their room Sherlock sat down on a bed and went to his mind palace.
"What?" Sherlock snarled. John looked very confused. "You obviously want to know something."
"Two people are dead, Sherlock! Two people who just happen to be your friends. Doesn't that bother you at all?"
"I don't have friends."
"That hurts. What about me and Molly? Aren't we your friends?"
Sherlock ignored the question and went back to thinking. John sighed. He got his laptop and started writing a blog post. After about an hour Sherlock looked up. "JOHN! How could I be so stupid!"
"What is it Sherlock?
"It's you! He's coming after you next! John... I need you to be the bait! I can stop him! I have a plan!
"As long as this plan of yours doesn't involve either of us dying!"
"Don't worry it's 99% safe... Maybe 95.. More like 50%...maybe 25%."