A New Mystery at 221 Baker Street

Chapter 65: Everyone Will Cry

Transcript provided by Ariane Devere/ Callie Sullivan

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The bullet hit right under his right chest.

"I'm sorry, Sherlock. Truly am," Mary said, her voice almost tearful.

Sherlock could hear an alarm blaring and he felt as if he was running down flights of stairs.

"It's not like in the movies," Molly said as she appeared in his Mind Palace. "There's not a great big spurt of blood and you go flying backwards. The impact isn't spread over a wide area,"

Suddenly they were in a brightly lit white mortuary room and Molly walked over to a sheet-covered body on a table.

"It's tightly focused, so there's little or no energy transfer," She pulled back the sheet to reveal Sherlock's body with the bullet hole. "You stay still and the bullet pushes through. You're almost certainly going to die, so we need to focus. It's all well and clever having a Mind Palace, but you've only three second s of consciousness left to use it. So, what's going to kill you?"

Sherlock looked down at his dead body, "Blood loss," He replied as he raised his head.

"Exactly. So, it's all about one thing now: forwards or backwards?"

Sherlock closed his eyes and found himself back in Magnussen's office.

"We need to decide which way you're going to fall,"

"One hole, or two?" Anderson asked as he appeared in the office.

"Sorry?" Sherlock asked.

"Is the bullet still inside you, or is there an exit wound?" Molly explained. "It'll depend on the gun,"

Immediately, Sherlock began to try to identify Mary's gun.

"Oh, for God's sake, Sherlock," Mycroft interrupted. "It doesn't matter about the gun. Don't be stupid,"

"I'm not stupid," Sherlock protested as a young boy.

"You saw the whole room when you entered it. What was directly behind you when you were murdered?"

"I've not been murdered yet!" Young Sherlock argued.

"Balance of probability, little brother. I f the bullet had passed through you, what would you have heard?"

"The mirror shattering," Sherlock answered.

"You didn't. Therefore..."

"The bullet's still inside me,"

"So, we need to take him down backwards," Anderson said.

"I agree," Molly commented. "Sherlock, you need to fall on your back,"

"Right now, the bullet is the cork in the bottle. The bullet itself is blocking most of the blood flow. But any pressure or impact on the entrance wound could dislodge it," Anderson explained.

"Plus, on your back, gravity is working for us. Sherlock, fall now," Molly instructed.

Sherlock did as he was told.

The alarms started to become louder as he went into shock. He was back in the white mortuary room.

"What the hell is that?" Sherlock asked, covering his ears with his hands. "What's happening?"