"That...that's me." The amnesiac said in astonishment. The face of the body on the gurney matched exactly the face of the man with no memories. "But...I'm not dead. He is dead, right?"
"Yes." Sherlock confirmed.
"What, what?!" John exclaimed. "This man is dead, but he's alive. How?"
"They're not the same man." Sherlock said, his analytical mind at work.
"Well, obviously!" John huffed.
"That was all I needed you for." Sherlock said, gesturing to the amnesiac. "I only needed to confirm my suspicions."
"What suspicions?" the amnesiac asked.
"I need some time to do further analysis." Sherlock said.
"So what should we do?" John asked.
"What if we treat this like a missing persons case?" Molly said. "It would seem like there's something going on, I can search the MP database with his information and see what I can find."
"Excellent." Sherlock said. "John, can you see if you can get him into the hospital for some tests to see if there's anything to explain the memory loss?"
"Sure." John said, eager to get out of the examination room.
"Well, let's get to it." Molly said. She was eager to have something to do, there had been a surprisingly low amount of deaths this summer. She had almost been bored for a few days. There were a lot more people reported missing. Molly was dreading dealing with the decomposing remains once they were found.
Sherlock paced around the examination room. It was odd, the two men showing up in the same place, under the exact same circumstances, with one alive and one dead. Then there was the mysterious disappearances. People being snatched off the streets while walking alone at night. People from all walks of life. This was the work of someone who had nothing to lose, someone who wasn't afraid anymore. That was dangerous. If someone wasn't afraid, they couldn't be controlled—or stopped.
Molly typed into the computer, inputting the data and measurements that she had taken from the body. She hit enter, and waited for the computer to come up with possible matches. A few minutes later, one came up. Sam Cline. Molly pulled up his missing persons' report. Sam was from Sutton, reported missing June 24 by his boyfriend, when he never came home from work. Worked as a cook in a pub called The Sutton Arms. Sam also had a brother—an identical twin. The twin, Mark Cline, was reported missing by his girlfriend, when he too never came home from work. Mark lived in Sutton as well, and worked in the Sutton Ecology Centre.
"Sherlock!" Molly called, sure that the detective would want to see the readout.
"Yes?" Sherlock poked his head out of the examination room.
"You'll want to come see this." Molly said. Sherlock walked over to the computer where Molly was sitting, and glanced over her shoulder at the words on the screen.
"Interesting." Sherlock said. The parallels between the twins' disappearances were astounding. Reported missing by their significant other, lived and worked in the same town, yet showed up in a park in London—one dead, and one alive.
"Where was the park that he was found in?" Sherlock asked.
"Hampstead Heath." Molly said.
"That's the same one the amnesiac remembers waking up in." Sherlock said. "We need to compare DNA, then we can determine if the two are siblings, then it's not a far leap to twins."
"I'll take care of the body, you go see if you can track down John." Molly said. Sherlock agreed with her, then walked up the stairs from the basement morgue to the ground floor of the St Barts. The main lobby was bustling with people. The screens on the walls mindlessly played a news station, subtitles scrolling past. Sherlock strode to the center information desk.
"May I help you?" the young receptionist said.
"I'm looking for a doctor, John Watson. He was running some tests on a patient." Sherlock said.
"All right, one moment please." the receptionist quickly typed into her keyboard. "Looks like he's in room 351, the MRI suite."
"Thanks." Sherlock said. He turned around and started walking towards the stairs. His attention, however, was caught by a change in the TV. The volume suddenly spiked, the news station gone. It it's place was the head of someone long thought dead: Jim Moriarty.
"Miss me?"
Hi! I have to say, I think this is the best chapter so far in the fic. Next time, we'll be seeing more of Moriarty, and maybe finding more about the twins. Remember to follow, favorite, and review! Starship T.A.R.D.I.S. out!