Sherlock
It's about 2 a.m in the morning when my phone goes off. I pick it up, thinking it's John or Molly or Lestrade needing my help. I read the text message even though I'm still half asleep. Then I jolt up in my bed and re-read it, any remnant of sleep gone.
I'm very much alive Sherlock...
JM
My breath catches in my throat. No no no no no! My phone goes off again.
Honestly, you aren't the only one clever enough to fake their death. We're alike you and me, remember?
JM
