Chapter 1 - John-
As I sat there, in a puddle of my own misery, I heard a tap at my door. "Come in." I said quietly with my chin sitting on my fist. The door opened and I was surprised to see Dr. Thornton walk towards me.
I looked up at him and said, "I though we were scheduled for Thursday." He fluffed the Union Jack pillow on the chair across from me and took a seat.
"And we were, I sent you an email. I had to reschedule for today, my daughter is having rehearsal for her wedding on Thursday." We sat there in blunt quiet for a few moments before he broke the silence and said, "Doctor Watson, do you remember when we first started these sessions and you would spend a number of hours next to Sherlock Holmes' grave nervously scribbling in that journal you keep on top of the fridge?"
"Yes." I whispered silently my voice cracking. "I-I... I thought that somehow, there might have been a small chance that he had-" I lowered my voice in fear if I talked any louder I would start crying again, "- maybe survived."
"You do realise, that he fell more than 50 feet? I'm sorry John, but I don't think he could have survived that big of a fall even if he did land on his feet."
"I'm aware of that, it's just.... For one second, right before me and Ms. Hudson got into the cab, I thought... I thought I saw him standing there. I know, that was probably just me indenial, or maybe wishful thinking, because once I looked back, he was gone."
" Thank you for your time, John. I'll see you next week." Dr. Thornton said easing himself out of the chair. On his way out the door he shook my hand.
I stared at the door for the longest time, until Ms. Hudson came in and started to prepare dinner.
