I'm sitting on the roof of St. Barts Hospital listening to Let's Kill Tonight by Panic! at the Disco, waiting for Sherlock. He probably won't even show up. That'd be disappointing. I came back from the dead after all. I pull out my phone and send him another text.
You haven't lost your way have you?
JM
The roof door opens, about a minute after I had pressed the send button, and Sherlock steps out. " I don't get lost easily." he says in a matter-of-fact tone as he approaches me.
I smile and take out my earbuds. I stand up and spread my arms in a I-would-like-a-hug gesture, " Sheerrloockk! Oh my, it's been a while hasn't it! Did you miss me?"
Sherlock stiffens slightly at my words, " No, not really."
"Not even a little bit?"
He glances at me with eyes that can see through anybody. Well, anybody except for me. He quirks an eyebrow, " Not even a little bit."
I sigh dramatically, " Oh come on, amuse me."
Sherlock looks away from me and down at the city spread out below us. Silence. I'm about to break it, but he beats me to it. " How did you do it? How did you survive?"
He must know the answer. After all it was so simple. He has to know. He's amusing me, I suppose I'd better return the favor.
I smile devilishly. " It was simple... too bad you won't be around long enough to find out how I did it though." I say as I pull out my gun.
" Drop it," says a new voice. I turn around and groan, but I do drop my gun. I didn't want a bullet to ruin this perfectly good night.
" HOnestly, Sherwack. You had to bring your pet hedgehog along?"
