She remembered that she had finally slept through a whole night, that her cough was finally subsiding, and that she would head to London later that day.
She remembered that it was raining.
She heard of the news in passing, while lunching by the window of a streetside Parisian café.
"...what a shame that the man had to perish as well," said a lady to another as they walked along the sidewalk, parasols shielding their dainty faces from the light drizzle of rain.
"Indeed," the other replied. "It must be a terrifying sensation, falling off of a waterfall. Don't you think so?"
"Yes," agreed the other. "What will the world do without the great Sherlock Holmes?"
That was the second time she had crumpled to the floor after a cup of tea.