Sherlock's mother walks to the phone, and Sherlock only need one look to tell that every thing is horribly, terribly wrong, the hunched position of her shoulders, her damp eye, the way her hands shake as she picks up the phone and dials. "Hello," say the voice on the other end of the phone, "oh obviously" he thinks "she's calling James home from Miles house, so it affects all of us, must be father, what happened to him?" He wonders.
"Umm" Sherlock's mother's voice wavers "can you drive James homes right now, I need to talk to him." She says
"Yes, right away." Miles dad says, knowing that something is wrong.
James is home not 15 minutes later. "Boys," Sherlock's mother says addressing Sherlock, Mycroft and James, "your father was shot, he didn't make it" Her voice cracks as she stars to cry, the news has a different effect on each of the boy, Mycroft being the oldest, most closed off just sits, James being the most sensitive and "normal" joins their mother in sobbing, and Sherlock just takes off and runs. He runs to get away, to find somewhere when things are better, to find his dads killer and most of all to find the blue box that he has not stopped dreaming about for three years. The doctor said that he would return, but when, "when will I next see that wonderful blue box." He wonders. Sherlock runs until his legs will no longer carry him and spends the night crying in the rain.