- Sherlock! Sherlock! Are you okay? - said someone.
- They took John away! - I said.
- John? Oh no! I didn't... what we wanna do? - said someone that I think it was Jane.
That paper! That bloody paper! For that John could die! poor John, it is all my fault!
- Sherlock! What are you waiting for? Go on! I will try to distract them when you find that paper! - said her.
- No Jane! It is my fault! I'll go. - I said.
She came closer to me, really closer and hold my hand. And glancing right into my eyes, she said:
- Don't you dare take it all by yourself! Understood? - and give to me a sad smile. - And good luck!
All that I could do in that moment was smile back in my saddest way - as Molly says once - but in front of her, in front of someone this time.