Still seething from the argument with his brother Sherlock pulled on his coat, the words running through his head.
"You mustn't go after him Sherlock, it's not safe out there….."
"You expect me to just leave him there? I have to at least find out if he's been hurt, taken to hospital."
"I have my people checking admission across all the hospitals."
"Can't you send someone?"
"The roads are gridlocked Sherlock, even if I sent a car it couldn't get through."
"All your power, Mycroft, and you can do nothing to help John? What use are you?"
"Sherlock…"
He had ended the call, furious that his brother didn't seem to care that John was caught in the chaos.
Opening the door to the flat he almost ran into Mrs Hudson.
"Have you heard from John?" They both spoke at the same time.
Mrs Hudson's face crumpled.
"Oh dear, he was only going to the station to get help for that nice policeman friend of his."
"I'm going to see if I can find him."
"Is that a good idea Sherlock? All those bombs…"
"I can't just sit here and wait, he may be hurt or…"
"Mrs Hudson!" a childlike voice called out as a fist hammered on the front door. "Mrs Hudson, let me in!"
Wide-eyed, the landlady caught her breath.