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This case was a tricky one. Sherlock spent the next day finding out all he could about Joe Vidal. He spoke to people he knew: family, friends, and work colleagues. He went to the betting shop where his body was found near. His friends agreed to let Sherlock search Joe's flat. Sherlock even went back to the morgue to examine the body in case he had missed something, though he was certain he hadn't.

It was most strange. There was nothing of any major suspicion that Sherlock could find. At first, he had thought there was more to the case that meets the eye, yet now his previous conclusion was proving a lot more likely.

"The case is closed," he had told Amy, feeling defeated. "And a tedious one at that."

For the next few days, Amy was back at work. It was raining heavily meaning the cafe was busy every hour with people dashing in to keep dry. They never stopped for very long.

John was visiting. Amy was hoping that she would finish work in time to catch him before he leaves. She would like to get to know him better. She felt like the more people she knew the more at home she would feel. There were so many people around here and she barely knew anyone, making her feel like she didn't belong.

When work was over she soon made a dash back to her doorstep. She hadn't bothered with a coat - after all, she only lived next door, less than ten footsteps away from the cafe door if she was super quick. And anyway, the rain was refreshing after being stuck in a hot room for four hours.

Before she had the chance to even push the door open she was pulled back unexpectedly. Someone gripped at her arm tight and dragged her into the middle of the pavement, causing her to panic and lash out. They blocked her blow. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw the face of the man who was gripping tightly on her wrist.

It was the dead man!
It was Joe Vidal!

In a low, husky voice he spoke her name. How does he know my name? What's going on?

"Get off me!" As she tried to struggle he gripped her harder, giving her sharp pain to the wrist. Pulling her closer to him he gave her a hard cold stare, his breath rotten and cool on cheek.

"Where is he?" he asked.

"Where's who?"

"You know who... Tell me where he is!"

"I don't k-know who you are looking for. Now let. Me. Go." She matched the firmness he held in his voice. She was scared but she did not let on.

"Oh, I think you do, darling..."

Is he talking about Sherlock?

"You are supposed to dead."

"Answer the question."

"I saw your body on a slab -"

"I said answer the question..."

"- in the morgue yest- OW!" He twisted her wrist and she cried out in pain, and made it worse when she attempted to force herself free from him. People suddenly stopping a staring. Jesus, is that all people do in this damn city? Stop and stare? Don't the help?

"WHERE IS HE?!" he shouted with an animalistic aggression that made her jump. "WHERE IS THE DOCTOR?!"

Wait... The Doctor? He knew the Doctor? This changed things. Amy thought he had been looking for Sherlock. How could Joe Vidal know the Doctor? Actually, how could Joe Vidal be alive?

The door of 221b burst open. Out came a ready-to-punch-someone's-face John Watson. "Alright, leave her alone!"

John pushing Joe away didn't stop him screaming the same question at Amy over and over: where is the Doctor?

"I said leave her!"

"Stay out of this, whoever you are," he told John. When he squared up to him Amy realised just how tall and stocky Joe was. He gave John a glare the could kill, letting go of Amy's wrist, too, much to her relief.

Returning his glare was John, who clearly wasn't afraid to stand up to him. "Is this what you do to get your kicks these days?"

"John."

Amy turned, seeing Sherlock at the door, and noticed John take a small glance over his shoulder when she turned back. John moved away, guiding Amy back to the door with him, and Joe skulked off annoyed, frustrated, and determined to get what he wanted.

"Alright?"

"Yeah... Thanks." She massaged at her wrist, looking over her shoulder one last time as John eased her inside. She was a bit dazed.

"It's not broken, but it could have been," said John, examining Amy's red raw wrist. She was sat on the sofa with a towel curled around her, drying off the rain which had given her shivers and aches everywhere.

"That's good."

"Just put some ice on it and it will be fine."

"Joe Vidal," Sherlock mused, pacing. He had spent a few minutes doing that, muttering to himself as well. "It appears I was wrong on this occasion. He is very much alive; therefore Alex Wright probably did see him. If so, then why was his body in the morgue?"

"He kept asking Amy about a doctor..." John shrugged as he spoke. "He kept asking where he was when I got there. I don't think he meant me because I haven't seen him before." He had walked across to the freezer to get ice and placed it on Amy's wrist when he came back.

"Ow, ow, ow!"

"Sorry."

"He could have meant any doctor. That hardly narrows things down," Sherlock sighed, "and when I spoke to people who knew him they never mentioned that he had a doctor or knew one, or had any reason to. But his friend had suspicions that he was involved in something. It must involve this doctor, too, whoever they are. What I want to know is: why ask Amy if she knew where the doctor is?"

"Because I know who he is," she said. "He didn't mean just any doctor, he meant the Doctor. My friend. I'm sure of it." Her gut instinct was telling her it was true.

"What is your friend's name?"

"The Doctor."

"Not title, name."

"That is his name?"

Sherlock frowned. "Who calls themselves the Doctor? Who would name anyone that?"

"Who would call their kid Sherlock?" she replied with a hint of a smirk. "I've travelled around a bit. I've seen things, felt things, and something didn't feel right with Joe. I don't know what it was exactly but it felt like some kind of bizarre energy -"

"Oh, please!"

"I am being serious. Something didn't feel right!"

"Whatever he's up to, we know one thing: he's potentially dangerous," said John. "You need to be careful."

"I got a note from someone telling me that," Amy confessed. "They said I'm in danger. This could be what they meant."