Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes and Co. They belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I only own Wilson and Lauren.
Lauren was in her shop attending to the various customers. Holmes and Wilson waited until closing time and asked her if she would join them for dinner. She nodded and they went to Simpson's. "Where did you come from, Lauren?" Holmes asked. Lauren refused to answer. "If you do not answer us, we will tell your sexuality to the whole world. Now where did you come from?" Wilson asked her. Fury and anger passed through her face before she finally shrugged her shoulders and began to speak. Wilson recorded the following statement.
"I must tell you my background first. I was born on the 25th of June 2000 to my parents Jack and Violet Moran. I have two elder sisters, Margaret and Jennifer. I was the genius of the family and was in the national shooting team for juniors. My family moved to Singapore when I was two and the three of us were educated at St. Christine's Elementary School. I have a friend there named Ann-Marie Moriarty and the two of us were known as "The two marauders of St. Christine's" Then my mother died and my father went into depression, drinking constantly. He also became violent and would often hit me. My sisters, who were old enough to live by their own, moved away while leaving me behind.
Then, I discovered this website called Fanfiction. Net and wrote fanfiction under the name of Jenny Smith. Ann-Marie also wrote fanfiction under the name of Mary West. Then, I ran out of ideas for fanfiction and had to find something new. During that time, I joined the League of Girls. I was given a sort of pill that allows the ovaries to stop producing egg cells. That is why I hadn't had my menstruation. Now, does that answer your question?"
"I think I should go back to my own time now. Wilson, you can have this shop. The money box is at the safe in the kitchen. You probably know the safe number. Good bye." With that, Lauren left Simpson's.
The next day, the shop was closed and Lauren was no where to be seen. Wilson had no doubt that she had gone back to her own time. He went to the safe as directed and entered her birth date. It opened and a sheaf of papers fell out. Inside, there was the moneybox. Wilson kept it and looked through the sheaf of papers. It was her diary entries and a note to him. He put the note and the papers in the moneybox, deciding that Holmes would have the first look at them.
At Baker Street, Holmes, Watson and Wilson looked through the papers. They were written in code and were only deciphered when Holmes used the Atbash Code. The first few papers were common entries and the contents were known to them. The last entry was however very informative. And now, my friends, we shall read the contents of the diary and see how this girl lived her last day in the Victorian Age.