I'm sure it was midnight by now, I haven't closed my eyes since I laid down, that must have been around 10 pm. Looking down at the end of the bed I can see Moriarty curled up like a dog, how can this scrag rest so peacefully after all that happened the last few days. Unlike him the run down look of this shabby Hotel room we stayed at felt like it was choking me, taking away the last bit of air I still had in my lungs, I need to get out, now.

Getting up I Grabbed my coat trying to make no sound, looking back one last time before closing the door behind me.

Now it felt like I was making a run for it, getting as far away from what felt like a dark gloomy cloud chasing and grabbing my soul. As I headed down the stairs I could see a lone person standing at the hotel counter.

They didn't seem to bother my quick exit. Good, I wasn't up for conversations anyways.

Reaching the entrance door I stormed out, exiting the building made me feel much more at ease, I let out a small sigh looking into the sky and seeing the shimmering of the stars that were barely visible due to the light of the street lanterns.

Small flakes of snow filled the air, winter season just began and the frost of the air bit into my chest with each breath I took, "Now Where is it?" I started digging in the pockets of my coat "not here, maybe there, ah yes!" Taking out a small box of matches I lighted a cigarette, I started walking down the street taking a big drag and letting the nicotine fill my lungs. My mind started to drift off again "Darn these things and their ability to calm my nerves, I think I'm getting addicted at this point, the lack of money doesn't make it better either" thinking of money, they will sooner or later kick us out of the suite, the Hotel itself is already cheap but the small amount of pounds we have left won't be enough for another night or even a meal. Moriarty couldn't care less about the later, he started digging in trash cans, how low can you possibly get, not me though, I still have dignity left, I rather Starve then eat something that's even barely recognisable at this point.

I stoped, there was Big Ben, towering over the rest of us as usual, standing strong after all those years. Just as I tried myself all those years ever since I left home dreaming of a life of richness and success created by my own hands. It started out with small jobs here and there, I had a good education so finding something that was at least a bit well paying wasn't a problem but it never was enough for me, did I really get so greedy and impatient?

I leaned onto the side of the Westminster Bridge looking down into the water getting mesmerized by the way it glitters in the light of the lanterns, marking me fall right back into my thoughts.

Ah yes, where was I, him right.

Meeting Moriarty just made my mindest worse, there no longer was a right way to get wealthy, but crime was the answer, quick money and a big amount too? It worked and all it needed was a good plan! A scheme. And that was up to me as soon as we started to work together.

Back then Moriarty was much more competent as well, he gave his opinions, own ideas to how we might make it work out, robbing a bank being snake oils salesmen, all did well, we had a lot of money and ate great every day, the hotels we stayed at were much more welcoming as well back then, that's not the case anymore, Moriarty's brain seemed to have been actively rotting away, all he does now is complain and whine, what for? I'm trying my best to come up with something, It's not my fault that these darn schemes don't work out anymore!

Maybe I've lost my touch, am I losing my mind just like him?

Perhaps I've reached the end as well.

The end. I snapped out of the flood of thoughts again as the bells of the tower started to fill the silence of the streets.

[Sorry that this part is so short, the 2nd one will follow soon]