Harriet Watson hurried down the street, shoulders hunched against the lashing rain. She turned a corner and noticed that, a little down the road, a person on the other side of the road was about to cross.
Harry glanced back down the street and saw a large truck rumbling along toward the crossing, very fast, with no lights on. She looked back at the person and saw that they hadn't seen the vehicle, and were stepping out onto the street.
Without stopping to think it through properly, Harry ran across towards the person just as the truck was reaching them, and tackled them, wrapping her hands around their waist and pushing them out of the way of the oncoming vehicle.
The two people tumbled backwards onto the wet footpath, falling into a deep puddle. The water splashed around them, making them even wetter. They stayed lying there for a second, too winded to even move.
The person stirred underneath Harry, and she drew back slightly, realising that the person was a woman. A very familiar woman…
She opened her eyes slowly. "Hello, Harry."
"Clara."
As John heard this story recounted to him at the dinner table, he felt quite smug. He grinned at the two girls sitting across from him. He couldn't wait to tell Sherlock. For once, he'd won a bet!