For about a month now I have been in a relationship with a lovely young woman. Her name is Mary Mortsan. She lives in the flat opposite. Without her, I feel I would be adrift on the seas of grief. She's been my rock, my confident. I love her to bits to be quite honest and I just felt like letting you all know.

Thanks for the comments on those photos I posted. I do have another, but I'll post it some other time. I have since got in contact with a few of you again since my post last week, which has been wonderful. Speaking of which something happened a few days ago that I feel I should tell you about..

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Only on the twentieth ring did John Watson finally get out of bed and make his way to his phone, grumbling the entire trip. "What do you want? And this better be worth my time, it's 5 o'clock in the bloody morning." A soft chuckle was heard on the other end. "Sorry John, I know you have work later so I thought I better catch you while I can. Look somethings come to my attention recently that I want to share with you. When can you come down?"

"To the Yard? I dunno, after work I suppose unless you want me to come now?"

"It's entirely up to you..but it concerns...it concerns Sherlock"

That got John's attention. "I'll be there as soon as I can". "Thanks mate" and they both hung up together. John rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and made his way to back to his bedroom. He took his trousers from off the chair, quickly stripping down to his pants and changing swiftly. "John?..Who was on the phone? Someone from work?". He shook his head, keeping his back to Mary as he pulled on his shirt.

"Lestrade, found something to do with Sherlock. Figure I'll go now instead of waiting at work wondering. You'll be alright?" He turned, planning to lean over and kiss her but she was starting to get out of bed. "What are you doing?". She smiled, changing from her nightie into jeans and purple turtlneck top. "Coming with you of course. I didn't get to meet this Lestrade last time, he had to leave remember? It would be nice to finally meet some of the people you talk so often about." John grinned back sheepishly. He took her hand in his and kissed it. "Come on then, don't want to miss him this time."

Lestrade waited patiently at his desk, a cardboard box sitting on top. Upon seeing John he stood, raising grey eyebrows at the sight of his pretty companion. Greg put his hand out and greeted her warmly. "You must be Mary, heard all about you from John. Nice to finally meet you. Sit down, sit down" John and Mary exchanged a glance and smiled back, John closed the door behind them. "Its wonderful to finally meet you too."

"So what was so urgent that you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Well it's not urgent per se, but I'm pretty sure you'd want to know about it, if you don't already. Theres.. well I suppose the word for it would be movement. Theres a movement going on around London and on the net it seems too, about Sherlock." John looked surprised, so he didn't know. "What do you mean exactly?" Lestrade took a breath, taking out the photo from the day of Sherlock's funeral, of the yellow writing on the wall. "It started with this it seems and its just spread all over the city.

Lestrae produced several more photos of various graffiti all proclaiming Sherlock's innocence. 'It's not just graffiti, but posters, post-it notes, flyers, badges, I've even seen a few tshirts." As he went on he produced a few more photos. "I've never seen anything like it. They either say, Sherlock Holmes was Innocent or Moriarty was Real. I've even seen one saying I'm fighting John Watsons War. You havent heard of this?" John was floored. This was completely new information to him. He had been rendered speechless. Mary picked up one of the photos, smiling at the words sprayed across the wall.

"He has supporters. This is wonderful." John nodded, the emotion that was quickly sweeping through left him unable to comment. Mary grabbed his hand and squeezed it, John gave her a wavering smile in return. "You said sweeping through London.. but there are so few photos. How do you know? Have you seen them yourself?" The detective inspector grinned and stood, picking up the cardboard box and tipping out his contents. Hundreds of photos, flyers and posters spilled out, covering the entire desk. John couldn't help it, he laughed till he cried. Mary wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close. He cried into her shoulder.

Lestrade looked concerned but Mary looked over John's head and mouthed a thank you. She helped John to his feet and began to usher him out the door, taking several of the photos. "Just one question, Greg" John had finally found his voice.

"Of course mate"

"How are you going on proving his innocence?"

Lestrade took a deep breath. "We're working on it, still going through old case files. Almost up to ...well.. his last one. By the way, once we're done, anything of his you want? I know we took a few things from the flat as well as the evidence left at Barts...thought I'd ask you first." John thought for a moment. "The phone." And then he left.

So yes, this is great news. Really great and if any of you out there are reading this, thank you so much. On my behalf and on Sherlock's. He probably would have been flattered but confused. Never really liked the fame. But his ego always did like a good flattering.

Im really pleased to see so many supporters. I hope the papers pick up on this. Theres people at the Yard working on clearing his good name. Hopefully it won't be long now when all the papers will proclaim his innocence and realise the hand they played in his demise.

Hopefully I'll type up a new case for you soon. Thank you again.

John closed the tab, resting his face in the palm of his hand. This news had left him feeling a wide range of emotions. He was so happy to see that other people, who had never even met him, believed in Sherlock. To see it spread across the walls of London left tears in his eyes. But it made him remember the horrible day his friend left him. Why he had claimed he was a fraud was anyone's guess. John thought that Sherlock was simply trying to make his death not so hard on him. Or perhaps he thought this way,John would not be blamed alongside him, an unwilling participant. He supposed he would never truly know.

Sighing he opened up his new email address, checking to see if he had any new mail. Just one today.

To Dr. Watson,

You said you would not mind the contact from me so I have obliged to send you this email. I feel I should introduce myself first. I am Normund Sigerson. I am from Norway but am currently travelling around Europe and Asia. You may know my blog, The Sigerson Expeditions. I write up my explorations and observations of the places I visit, usually not typical places of tourism.

I am a professor at a university, back home in Norway. I have PH.D's in a variety of subjects. History, Chemistry, Astronomy and Cultural studies. I am currently teaching Astronomy. My expeditions are purely of pleasure not work. However they may be invaluable to the University one day. At least that is my hope.

Please excuse any faults in my english. I am not so fluent as I would wish. Your blog came to my attention some time ago, during the case of the Blinded Banker I believe. My brother, Mikko, pointed it out to me. I have since become a follower of your blog. I feel I would have liked your Sherlock Holmes. He was a great man. A man after my own heart. Not many people recognise the little details. The ones everyone else misses.

I felt I should write to you now because of your grief. I too have lost a friend. My only close friend, some many months, though it feels like longer. I am saddened, I know I may never see him again. He is missing you see. Not in permanent nature like yours but I feel the emotions are quite similar, even if the situations are different. I have only my brother and my sister Mildri, but I see them extremly rarely. My colleague at the university, Iduna is my only other confident.

You do not have to answer this, Dr. Watson, I simply thought you may wish to talk to someone who understands. Please feel free to reply if you want, I will not be offended if you decline.

Thank you for your time and please, continue with the blog.

Your norwegian friend,

Normund Sigerson.