Our Mind Palace // Sherlock BBC|Psych USA

9 | Psycho!

She was in a dream. Shaina knew it. She was just roaming around her Mind Palace in her sleep. She opens the door to the only memory that could help her figure out who Yin is.

The Hitchcock Festival was replaying again in her dream. No matter how many times she goes through it, she still can't see Yin’s face. She could almost hear her father, Henry, lecturing her now,
“Think, Shaina, think. Try and pick up on something. You didn't see his face, but you can pick up on something!”

Shaina was passing the elderly man… The young couple… and now stood before the man in black.
“You can do it, Shaina. The feet… The shoes… Something…”

His hat covered his face. He wore a long coat that concealed what he wore; which was most likely black, as well.
“Come on! Focus! See something! Show me your face! Look at me!”

Then it all came to her so suddenly. When Shaina had leaned down to pick up the man's spilled drink, she had seen something.
Purple socks and ankle weights.

She fast forwarded her memory to the time at the Pie Restaurant when she kneeled down to pick up the fork she had dropped, after Mary had scared her.
Purple socks and ankle weights.

It all lined up perfectly. Shaina saw it now. Her dream started to create things on its own. She was back in the Hitchcock Festival memory. But this time, Yin lifted his head for Shaina to see. It was the face of Mary Lightly.
“Come on, Shaina. It's me… It's always been me.”

~~~~~

“Shaina!”

Shaina jerks awake; causing the bowl of popcorn on her lap to fly everywhere. The Hitchcock Film, Psycho, was playing on the flat screen TV in their hotel room. Shaina must've fallen asleep while watching it.
Shaina rubs her eyes, before looking to Briana; who stood at the doorway with a tray of pineapple smoothies.

“Yeah? What is it?” Shaina asks through a yawn. Briana points behind Shaina with a shaky finger, “Look what happened to our window!”

Shaina looks over at the doors that lead out to the hotel room terrace. On the outside of the door was backwards writing in red spray paint. Shaina walked to the door and opened it; so the writing could be properly read.

The bold, red letters spelled out ‘PSYCHo’; which was a clear wordplay on their business name and the Hitchcock Film.
The spray paint was dripping from the letters. The paint hadn't dried yet.
It was just recently sprayed there.

Shaina stepped out onto the terrace and scanned the streets below.
Yin couldn't have gotten far.
And there he was. Concealed within the darkness where the street lights couldn't reach. But he was there all right.
Yin was in all black and wearing a rather… stylish fedora.

To the average person's eye, he was invisible in plain sight. But to Shaina, he was clear as day. And the only thing Shaina had to see in order to confirm her theory was visible. As Yin fled the scene, Shaina was able to get a glimpse at the little bit of evidence she needed.
Purple socks and ankle weights.

“Bri… I know who Yin is…”

~~~~~

Shaina decided that it would be a better idea to explain her theory to everyone. If Mary Lightly was who she thinks he is… Then everyone helping her on the case was vulnerable to danger.

“Shaina, don't you think this theory is a bit… elaborate. I mean… Didn't Mary help you catch Yang last time?” Lestrade asks puzzled. Shaina paced around Lestrade’s office in Scotland Yard as she gathers her thoughts. Briana stood to the side, leaning against the wall near the entrance. Sherlock and John were there as well; with Sherlock occupying Lestrade’s office chair and John standing next to Briana. Lestrade stood in the corner looking upon the two consulting detectives.