The last chapter. I feel sad. I don't want it to end. But we had a good time, right? It skips some time from the last E-mail, so yeah...
September 21, 2014 (11:32 AM)
Subject: Riding crop?
Dear John, are you online? This feels odd. We haven't spoken online in ages. Just wondering: Did I leave the riding crop back at the flat? I need it for a case. A man's alibi depends on it. Can you look if it's there? There's at least three possible places as to where I could have left it. One: Under the bed where we left it last time. Two: In the kitchen under the table. Three: In my closet hanging by the door. Can you please have a look? And can you bring it to Bart's morgue?
Kiss Sherlock
Hello, my lovely husband! I have your riding crop here, actually. The answer was number one: under the bed. I'll bring it by in a few minutes. It's quite nice to find you in my inbox again. Also, it's lovely to be writing to you again. It feels a bit taboo. See you tonight. And you have to eat something. I'm cooking tonight for our anniversery . No more take-out. We have to start eating healthy. I want you to live a long and healthy life. 'Till then.
A thousand kisses, John
Dear John, "long and healthy life"? That seems dull. I love you, John.
Sherlock
I love you, too, you bloody git.
John
Surely you guys can tell what happened there. Hopefully you guys enjoyed this magical journey!
