In the shady part of town a well dressed lady entered a run down hotel. She climbed the steps to the third floor where she was met by suspicious looks from the two teenage boys raggedly dressed. She gave them each half a sovereign and they lead her to a room at the end of the floor. One boy gave a single knock and then entered.
"You have a visitor, sir." said the young boy, letting the woman walk in. The occupant of the chair facing the window rose up out of the chair. The tall slim figure turned towards the woman.
"Hello, Sherlock. What makes you return from the dead to seek my assistance?"
"Miss Adler, I want information on what's going on in the criminal world. Who is after John?" Sherlock turned around and faced the Woman. Miss Adler strolled to the nearest chair and sat down, "Don't you find it funny. Now you're the one who has faked their death and won't tell the one they care about that they are alive."
"John understands." said Sherlock.
"Will he? He already doesn't understand many of the things you do, and you didn't explain yourself. I'll look for your man, but only because you saved my life. After this, I don't owe you anymore favors." With that, Miss Adler left. Sherlock watched from his window as the woman disappeared into the night. Just then a boy knocked on the door and entered. He was out of breath as he handed Sherlock the letter. He opened the letter and read the contents. Sherlock grabbed the boy by his collar and held up the letter.
"Where did you get this?" he asked impatiently.
"Taped to the door of the apartment you had us watching."
Sherlock set the boy down and ushered him out the room calling after him, "Have John Watson moved."