Breathing heavily, the female ran through the dimly light ally. Footsteps were behind her, heavily hitting the ground. She was so close to reaching the end of the ally. The footsteps kept gaining on her. She just had to get lost in the crowd... She burst out of the ally and ran through a group of people, the footsteps halting behind her, but that didn't stop her. She kept running through the crowds and the streets. She didn't slow her pace even when she turned onto the familiar street she knew oh so well.
Running up to the green door, she pounded rapidly on it while looking down the street. It swung open and the female quickly rushed inside, panting. "(Y-Y/n)? A British woman stuttered. The (h/c) female bent over and worked on steading her breath. "Oh my god. (Y/n)! You're alive?" The woman yelled. The door just up the stairs opened and there stood a male with silvery blond hair. "(Y/n)..." He muttered. The female strightened up and and smiled. "Hello John. Hello Mrs. Hudson." She greeted with her wonderful (Accent type) accent. "Oh. My. God." Breathed John.