I Miss...

I miss John, I miss Mrs Hudson, I miss Lestrade – God I even miss Mycroft, Dovovan and Anderson... well perhaps not Donovan and Anderson.

I miss 221B. I miss Baker Street. I miss Scotland Yard. I miss the smell of London in the morning, and the sound of the city winding down for the evening.

I miss the bright lights, and the high rise buildings. I miss the people, who brought their cases my way – without which my brain is now sure to rot.

I miss the thrill of the chase. I miss the mystery and the intrigue.

I miss the feeling of the adrenalin coursing through my veins.

I miss the sight of familiar things, which brought a sense of comfort in their own way.

I miss Molly, and I miss Moriaty.

But most of all I miss the feeling of having a companion and a colleague, to stand alongside me, and who I could trust to have my back during the most darkest of times.