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Sherlock's little sister and Anderson getting along. What would Sherlock do if he saw it? It was almost funny really. Hell, it was funny. Seeing Anderson tell Lyra his crazy conspiracy theories. John couldn't hear what they were saying but Anderson had flapped his arms and then out of his chair, probably mimicking whatever his theory was. Lyra shook her head and put her hand over her face. People were staring at them and then at John who hadn't been able to hold back his laughter. Then Lyra spotted John and waved to him.
John made his way over to the Anderson and Lyra. Anderson had picked himself up and was back in his chair by the time that John got there. "You two are going to get yourselves kicked out," John said.
"I doubt it," Lyra said. "The owner has a crush on Anderson. Not that Anderson isn't doing his best to get us kicked out."
"I was just trying to clarify my theory," Anderson insisted.
"Falling out of your chair didn't make it any more clearer," Lyra said. John half expected Anderson to stick his tongue out at her. Really they were just over grown children.
"Laugh all you want, I won't give up until I've figured out how Sherlock did it."
"What do you two think Sherlock is even doing if he's alive?" John demanded.
"Well Sherlock can't just come back," Anderson said, "Moriarty might still have his men after him."
"I do wonder what happened to Moriarty's body," Lyra mused.
It must take awfully loyal men to finish a job for a dead man, John thought. Would Moriarty inspire that sort of that loyalty from someone? Wouldn't they just be glad that he was gone? Find a new boss and move on with their lives? Perhaps neither of them were really dead.
"Are you okay John?" Lyra asked. He had turned pale.
"I'm fine," John replied, even though he wasn't sure if he was, "my mind was just wondering." Of course Moriarty was dead. He blew his own brains out. Sherlock was gone too, he was just clutching at straws.
Lyra looked at him and John was somehow sure at that moment that she didn't believe him. She knew that he wasn't fine at all but she must have also known that he didn't want to talk about it because she didn't call him out on it.
"Right, well sorry to interrupt your discussion," John said. "I'll see you two later." He suddenly felt like being alone. He needed to sort out his thoughts. If Sherlock was still alive then where was he?
John didn't notice how concerned Lyra still looked as he walked away.
