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Chapter 8

I woke up the next morning. I checked the time on my phone. 12:47 pm. I got out of bed to find that I was still in my clothes from the previous day. I grabbed my suitcase and threw it onto the bed then opened it up and searched for something to where. It was a big day so I wanted to look okay. I was about to meet my father for the first time and I wanted him to like me. After about five minutes, I finally decided on a pair of red skinny jeans and my cream-colored jumper.

My check out time was 3:00 so I had plenty of time to shower and get ready. I carried everything into the bathroom and peeled off my sweatpants and t-shirt from the day before. Then I jumped in the shower. The warm water felt amazing and the hotel shampoo smelled wonderful. Once I was clean, I jumped out and wrapped myself in a hotel towel. After I dried off, I clothed myself and brushed out my hair then exited the bathroom. I refolded all of my clothes and tucked them back in my suitcase, but I left my coat and combat boots out. Instead, I threw the old sandals I wore on the flight back into the suitcase. I sat on the bed and laced up my boots. Before leaving the room, I made sure to grab the key off of the nightstand then I headed downstairs.

I found the room where food was served. The only other people in the room were an elderly couple. I looked around the room at the various choices of food. I decided to have a bowl of cereal and a muffin. I sat at a table with my food and began eating. It wasn't until I was done eating that I realized just how hungry I was. I hadn't had anything to eat since the previous morning. I got back up and scoured for more food. I finally found a waffle maker and grabbed the already mixed waffle batter from the mini fridge below. I made two waffles and took them back to my table. I finished those then disposed of the plastic dishes. I poured a glass of orange juice and drank it quickly. Then I headed back up to the room.

It was around 1:45. I remembered I needed to convert my money so grabbed my wallet and headed to the lobby. I asked the woman at the counter where I should go and she informed me that there was a bank just down the street where I could. I headed out the door and started towards the bank. I was halfway there when I started shivering. I wish I'd remembered to bring my coat. I finally reached the bank. It was warm inside and the woman at the front desk was very nice. I gave her the rest of the money in my wallet and she handed me a neat stack of pounds.

By the time I got back to my room, it was about 2:30. I walked around the room to make sure I had everything. Then I threw on my coat and slung my back-pack over my shoulder. Then I exited the room pulling my suitcase behind me. I checked out and handed my room key back to the woman at the front desk. Outside, I stood on the sidewalk trying to signal for a cab. Finally, one pulled up next to me. The male cabbie helped me load my suitcase into the back then I got into the seat.

"Where do you wanna go?" He asked as he climbed into his seat.

"Uhhh Baker Street." I said. "221 Baker Street."

"Alright." He began driving.

We drove for a few minutes. I pulled out my phone and texted Patzy.

Me: Hey Patz. I'm on my way to John's house.

Then I texted my mom.

Me: On my way to John's house.

After a minute, they both texted back.

Patzy: Oh, good luck! :)

Mom: Oh my. I'm so excited for you. But please be careful. Love you. Let me know what happens.

I put my phone back in my coat pocket.

After a few minutes, the cabbie pulled up to the curb and stopped the car.

"Here ya are. 221 Baker Street." He said.

"Thank you."

I paid him before stepping out of the car. I grabbed my suitcase out of the back and began walking towards the building where my father lived. I felt sick. I was so nervous. I stood in front of the black, wooden door for a long while. The numbers 221 hung just above a large brass knocker. I reached my hand up and pushed the doorbell. After a few seconds of silence, the door opened and I woman stood in front of me. She was about the same height as me, maybe taller. She was an older woman with short, brown hair and she wore a blue dress and an apron.

"Hello." She said with a puzzled look on her face. "Can I help you?"

"Um yes. Hello. My name is Eden. I'm looking for someone."

"And who would that be?" She asked.

"I-I'm looking for my father. His name is John. John Watson."

Her eyes went wide. Her puzzled look turned into a look of sorrow. My whole body tensed up. Why did she look so sad? A million things went through my mind as I waited for her to speak next.

"I'm sorry, Dear," she started. "but John Watson is dead."

Sooooo...yeah...PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!

I just want to make something clear:

This story is based off of a dream my best friend had. She gave me permission to write and post this story. In return, I want to stay as true to her dream as possible. In her dream, John dies.

However, we have been talking about what is going to happen way later on in the story. Nothing is really set in stone so almost anything could happen in the future.

Please don't stop reading! I think you will all enjoy the next part very much! It's going to be wonderful!

Love you all!

-Alex :)