"Good morning, Mrs. Hudson, my name is Dr. James Watson," I said when the old woman who shuffled into my office later that morning. "I'm sorry, have we met before? Your name is very familiar."
"No, no, I don't believe we have," she replied. Her voice was very shaky. But I guess mine would be too if I was approaching my 80s and had an artificial hip.
"Well, then let's get started," I said. I cleared my throat and prepared to begin the long list of questions that would outline every detail of every medical issue you have ever hard.
"Wait, would you mind if we hold up for a moment," said Mrs. Hudson. "Just until my granddaughter gets here."
"Of course, ma'am," I said as I leaned back in my chair. I took notice that the whole time we sat there in silence, Mrs. Hudson was staring at me. She kept muttering something under my breath about how tall I had gotten. My day kept getting stranger. Then, I heard the sound of running footsteps coming from down the hall. Someone ran past my door and doubled back.
"Oh, my God, Mrs. Hudson! The hospital called me and told me that you were in a car wreak and I come to find that you are perfectly fine! What's going on?" said the person in my doorway. I stood up from chair. It was the old woman's granddaughter. She was incredibly tall with black wavy hair that came down to her shoulders. The girl wore dark jeans with a long overcoat with a worn out blue scarf wrapped snuggly around her neck. If you were familiar enough with the Sherlock Holmes, you would have guess that this was his daughter, because I had no clue at the time.
"Oh, nothing at all, sweetie!" said Mrs. Hudson as she stood up. "Now if you will excuse me." Mrs. Hudson just walked past the girl and out into the hallway.
"Mrs. Hudson!" the girl and I called at the same time.
"They set this up," she said. "Damn."
"What?"
"Nothing," she sighed. "She's not coming back."
"I'm sorry, what's your name?" I asked.
"Holmes, Scarlett Holmes." Scarlett held out a hand, and I took it.
"Dr. James Watson."
"Nice to meet you; sorry to dash to I have to go find my 'grandmother.' I would call that pretty, blond nurse tonight if I were you." Scarlett turned out the door and went down the hallway.
"Wait! How did you know about that?" I called after her but it was too late, Holmes was gone. I flopped back down in my rolling chair, scratching my head. Holmes, I thought. I've heard that name before. Holmes.
The morning went by slowly. My head hurt and I felt dizzy, and with that I decided to leave early. I walked out the front door of St. Bart's without looking back. I need tea. I thought. I walked down the street to a small café that sold my favorite brand of tea. I bought my drink and sat down at my usual table in front of the large window. The café was empty so all I had to keep me company were my throbbing thoughts and the whirring sound of the ceiling fans.
I rubbed my temples and closed my eyes; the soothing steam off the tea floated out of my cup and filled my nose. I felt like I was going to be sick. Suddenly, three police cars flew past the windows in a blazing furry. Following them were two ambulances and a fire truck. My sickness slipped away as I felt the urge to chase them. I grabbed my bag and flew out the door leaving my hot tea on the table behind.
"Why am I doing this?" I said out loud to myself as I ran through the streets pushing people out of my way. I finally caught up to the emergency vehicles; they had all parked in the middle of the road in front of the new bank. Police officers were herding on lookers away from the scene.
I decided to risk it. I shoved my way through the thickening crowd to the bank steps that were beginning to line with yellow tape.
I covered my mouth; a young woman with bright blond hair wearing a blue dress lie dead on the steps. Blood from the lady's bashed in head trickled down the stone steps in a cascading fall . A single white shoe was all the remained at the top of the stairs. More police officers stood huddled together looking at something on the ground. I couldn't see from my point of view, so you could say that I kind of cheated.
I ducked out of the crowd and snuck along side a fire truck. Once I was around to the cab of the truck I took in my surroundings. The cops stood around a message, written in blood. It was hard to see, but I read the words; "FIVE MINUTES TILL MIDNIGHT." I backed away slowly; this was too much for me.
I ran as fast as I could away from the people and the bank. I needed to be alone. I needed to be away from here. I ended up running through the park. No one was there because they were all where I just was. The trees were frosted over and the leaves began to fall into piles beneath them. For some reason I couldn't stop running. I didn't stop until my body slammed into some else and I fell flat onto the cold sidewalk.