Chapter 2: Sherlock's Letter
Dearest John,
If only you knew I could read your letters… You leave them on your grave. What a stupid place to, never mind. Mycroft told me you were visiting your old psychologist and that made me so upset. He gave me her notes about you and you do not seem at all well with yourself. And I am so, so sorry. But you don't understand what happened and I wish I could have told you straight away, about everything. But don't worry, I will. If you were actually reading this, you'd wonder what I've been doing, and to be quite honest with you, nothing. Just waiting, and waiting. I've been doing a lot of reading though. I even learnt about the Solar System, would you believe that?
You do not realise the pain it gives me to know that you're not okay. It's been three years and you're still not okay with my death. Mycroft told me that Moriarty's men are still around and if I magically came alive again, those people would most definitely kill us. I have to wait until Mycroft sorts them out. He's almost there, and I can almost see you. I wish I could know how you'd react.
Ha. Something I don't know. Maybe being away from you has put me out of character.
John, I am coming for you. I am.
Sherlock.