Believe

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John was tired as hell after his day at work. A little girl had broken her arm, crying the whole time. Another one was a homeless man, who had gotten lung cancer from smoking too much.

To say his day in short, he was tired, he missed Sherlock, and he was depressed. He hailed a cab, letting his mind rest for a few minutes before he had to pay for the ride and leave. Right when he was going to enter his flat he saw a familiar shade of yellow.

John turned to look at it. It was a sprayed message on the wall next to his flat, with the same yellow hue as the ciphers in "The Blind Banker".

It read

I believe in John Watson.





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