(Mary's POV)
This is NOT happening, this IS NOT happening, this is not HAPPENING! I repeated the words over and over in my head.
HE and found me. HE knew where I lived and HE was watching me. Waiting for me even. A chill ran down my spine at the thought.
I walked into the library to find a quiet seat in solitude where I could be alone in my thoughts and try to figure out what to do.
I often found peace in the library. The silence and huge shelves packed full of books bade me feel safe as if I was in another world. But not today.
Today the silence was to quiet, the shelves were hiding the enemy and at any moment HE could pounce. I couldn't fight HIM off. HE was strong.
HE isn't really a villain like some of the awful people Mr. Holmes had to deal with, but to me, HE is the ultimate villain.
I was alone and frightened, I cannot tell John…
I sat in an oversized puffy read armchair, and pulled the crumpled letter out of my pocket.
It read:
Hello my dear Mary,
It has been far too long since our last meeting. At first I think you a non-committed woman and now I come to find you are a married woman! You disappeared after your fiancés death. It was quite difficult to locate you, but then I saw your name in the daily paper under the newly wedded section. The article was kind enough to have an address for a Dr. John Watson, 221 B London, England.
I think we need to talk about us. You know as well as I that we are destined to be together. My new residence is 441 Baker Street. I shall expect your visit around one o'clock. It would be in both yours and your friends, best interest to be prompt.
Love yours always,
I couldn't bring myself to read HIS name; I knew it far too well, Peter Chase.
"What am I going to do?" I whispered to myself aloud.
As I turned the letter over in my hand I noticed more writing on the back of the paper. I had to squint to make out the small print:
Tell the truth
Or keep your secrets.
Either way we'll be together soon.
I crammed the paper into my pocket and walked out onto the street head held high to 441 Baker Street.
(Sherlock's POV)
"Irene, look!" I pointed to Mary walking out of the library and back toward Baker Street.
"Where is she going now!" Irene started to run after her.
"Wait Irene!" I put my hands on her shoulders to keep her from continuing, "Let's just follow her before we interfere."
Irene gave me her are you crazy look so I took her hand and we started walking after Mary.
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