Dear Sherlock,
Work on 221C is going very well; we're now all done with stripping it back and on Friday we're starting on the plastering. It's a big job, but Greg's offered to come round and help, so hopefully we'll get it done quicker. Mrs Hudson's been picking out wallpapers and flooring tiles for the flat, but they're not going to do much good for a while. If you were here, would you be helping us? I can't imagine you doing anything like this. You'd probably just watch us and add little comments every now and again.
I shouldn't think you'd be interested, but Sarah hasn't called me for a couple of days and I haven't seen her in ages. I hope there's nothing wrong with her. I'm probably just worrying for worrying's sake, but I can't help but feel a little anxious.
But anyway, Sherlock, this week Greg told me that he'd found that girl who went missing, you know, the one I told you about? Lilian Biggs? Yeah, they found her on Sunday. She'd been raped, apparently, and then left in the middle of some woods a little way away. She was suffering from hypothermia, and was admitted into the hospital for a bit whilst she recovered. So there's some good news for you. I don't think the world gets enough good news nowadays, so it's a relief when we actually do.
Can I ask you a quick question, Sherlock? Well, you can't really say no, so here goes.
You know that I have always been loyal to you, and that I'd always put you first, even over all the girlfriends that I've had since I met you. Well, why do you think that is? Why would I see you as more important than my love life?
It's a stupid question, but I really just don't know the answer. I've thought, but I'm so confused because I can't figure out why. I know you can't answer me, but maybe writing these words down on paper will help me get my thoughts in order.
Nope. I'm still stumped.
Your John.