Escaping the Past

Unfortunate events

What a day you thought, your car had broken down which had made you late for work, on top of that it had started raining and you had forgotten your umbrella in the car. Your boss had yelled at you for your appearance and lack of punctuality then fired you on the spot as you tried to explain what happened. It was not the first time you had been late to work, in fact just in the last month it had happened at lest twice a week.
"But oh well it was a crummy job anyway." You say to your self as you walk into your flat.
It had been three months since you had moved to London form America, to "expand your horizons" is what you had told your over bearing brother and his wife, and you where thankful to have the ocean between you and "home", though if you where being honest that place had never been home, but that was a whole different can of worms.

After taking a warm shower you where relaxing in your favor place, and over sized chair, reading a book while you wait for your Chinese takeout, when you hear an argument in the flat below you.
"John!!" A mans voice yells, "where on bloody earth our my cigarettes!?!?"
"I through them away. I thought you where using the patch anyway." A different mans voice yelled back.
"Oh boy," you thought as you rolled your eyes and went back to reading the book. This was not the first time you had heard and argument coming form that flat, there seemed to be one at lest once a week if not more and even though you had never actually meet the people below you, you had come to know them through those little, or at time big arguments. Most of the time one of them had gotten on the others last nerve, though there where times when that was not the case. You had heard form Mrs Hudson, your landlady, that they were privet investigators of sort.
Suddenly you hare your bell ring, "that must be my dinner," you thought, as you get up a put down your book and grab your wallet before you walk down the stairs to pay for your food. When you open the door you see that it's not the usual delivery guy, but you don't think anything of it until he opens his mouth.
"Tell no one about this if you want to live." He says as he hands you the bag of food.
You are taken back by this as you take the bag he is holding out towards you.
"It's on the house." Was the last thing he says before he disappears into the shadows, as if he is one himself.
You look into the bag that is in your hands and you see something you never thought you'd see aging in your life. Your blood runs cold and your body starts to shake. You could not move a muscle even though you wanted to run, and run with out stoping.
"Excuse me miss, but are you alright?" You hear a mans voice ask you. This made you drop the bag with everything in it.
"Miss?" The man asks again as you are unmoved.
"Mrs Hudson!" He yells after you do not answer him.
"What is it.... oh good heavens John what's wrong with Y/N!!" Mrs Hudson asks, worry heavy on her voice.
"I think she's in shock, but I'm not sure," John answered, "help me get her upstairs."