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Sad. What I only felt on that day was sadness. I was leaving home, leaving Mum, and Sherlock. He told me that he wasn't going to go to college because that the classes, students (except for me) and the teachers would make him bored. I never wanted that to happen to him. I wanted him to be near me, but I didn't want him to hate what was around him.

"Is this the last one?" Mum asked, lifting the last box out of my room. She had aged by the wrinkles and laugh lines on her face, her hair had turned lighter over the years.

"Yes, that's the last box," I sighed, "You know, Sherlock can help. He's just down stairs."

For a few years at this point, Mum's hip has been giving her a fit. I never told her, but I tried to make it easier for her in anyway I could.

"Oh no, sweetie. It's okay. We shouldn't ask our guest to work in our home."

"Alright," I said, "But we should get ready to go."

I convinced Mum to stay in the car and let Sherlock and me take my stuff up to my dorm room. The building was pretty big and oh my gosh! There were so many floors to that stupid building! Sherlock and I lost our way a few times in it.

"Is this your room?" Sherlock asked, looking at the numbers 325.

"Yep," I answered brightly, trying to lift his spirits.

He sighed tiredly, "At least we found it."

"C'mon, Sherlock," I said opening the door, "It could be worse."

"Really? How?"

We walked in the dorm room and dropped the boxes that we were carrying. It was a cute little place. It had a small kitchen, one bedroom, one loo and a tiny washing and drying machine. All of the rooms were painted a light but rich cream color.

"Well, you could be bored. And I already know what happens when you do."

"Good point. Do you have a roommate?"

"Yeah, it's Mary."

"The girl John's dating Mary?"

"Yeah, she's training to be a nurse and I'm training to be a pathologist. So, it kind of works out," I replied, leaving the dorm.

We brought all of my boxes up and brought Mum up.

Once settled in, Sherlock asked, "Did you bring everything you wanted up here?"

Running through a mental list, I only came up with one thing that I wanted to bring, but wasn't able to.

"I couldn't find my loom," I answered sadly.

He always has this bright light in is eyes when he's about to do something for me. He had it then.

"Sherlock?"

He pulled out his phone and started texting someone.

"Sherlock, do you have my loom?"

"No, I don't but I do know who does," he answered, putting his phone away.

"Sherlock, did someone steal my loom?!"

"No, no one stole your loom," Sherlock said, looking straight ahead and placing his hands in prayer position under chin.

I could tell that Mum was probably going to scold Sherlock about going into his mind palace.

"Mum, he's in his 'Mind Palace'. He's probably not gonna come any time soon," I said, before she could.

A second later, a knock came from the door, pulling Sherlock out of his Mind Palace.

"I'll get that," Sherlock called over his shoulder.

He talked to the person at the door for a moment in hushed voices. A moment later, he closed the door and came back with a smile on his face with his hands behind his back.

"Sherlock, what do you have?" I asked, slightly scared of what he might have with him.

"Close your eyes," he said, "If at all possible, don't ask any questions."

I complied with his command.

"Hold out your hands."

I did as I was told. I couldn't help but feeling like that I was being blindly led somewhere, only being led by trust that Sherlock knew something. I felt something light and rectangular in my hands. I instantly knew what it was.

"Oh! Sherlock! How did you get it here?"

"I had John bring it here. I noticed that you didn't bring it down with you as you brought the boxes down. It was almost as if you'd forgotten about it. I went up to your room while you and your mum were putting the last box away. I placed it somewhere John could find it and texted him where to find-" I cut him off by placing my lips on his perfect lips.

Startled, he pulled away. Expecting that, I answered his silent question, "Because I wanted to thank you for making this the best move-in day ever. Thank you, Sherlock Holmes."

"You're more than welcome. How long are you going to be up here?"

"At least four years. Sherlock, I'm gonna be ten minutes from your home."

"Please stay with me," he requested, hardly over a whisper.

Just hearing him say "please" by itself was remarkable.

"I will never leave you," I promised.

I sat down, looked over at Mum, then back at Sherlock and asked, "What is going on in that brilliant mind of yours?"

He looked up at me, made eye contact and I saw no lie in that man's eyes as he answered with a warm smile, "You."

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