The Assistants/Pets

A Drawing and A Number

Sherlock and John made it safely home after going through Lucy's old house.

"Well, that was exciting, wasn't it?"

"Yes, it was. And frankly, I would like a break from all this." John said, and promptly sat down, after picking up a pen and piece of paper along the way. He wrote down the number that he had been doing his best to remember since Lucy called him. He also realised that he had never given her his number before.

"What's that?" Sherlock asked, peering over his shoulder.

"Just before Lucy's phone died, she told me this number." 66742789. "Any idea what it means?" John turned to look behind him as Sherlock moved away.

"It might have something to do with this." Sherlock took a piece of paper out of his pocket, and neatly unfolded it. It was a picture of a spider, and on each major line of the web was a letter.

"T h i s. I s. U s," read John. He peered at the smaller writing, and Sherlock handed it to him to have a closer look. "And this is him. I don't understand."

"There is another side as well." It read:

He makes us twitch.

He knows our dance.

All we can do is hope and pray,

that he will never look our way.

He turned it back over to look at the spider again. Down the bottom, in the right corner, it was singed: FlowerOfUtah. Lucy's username.

"So, you think they're connected?"

"They are both from Lucy, so I have reason to believe so. What was the last thing she said to you on the phone?" Sherlock looked at John in the eyes, completely serious.

"Well, she was stuttering. And after she told me the number, it sounded like she was going to say something, and changed her mind to 'I'm sorry', before the phone cut out." John handed him back the picture.

"Was there any other noises?"

"She gasped. And I think she dropped the phone." John returned his focus to the numbers.

"It sounds like whoever is causing her trouble walked in on her while she was on the phone, and she knew she didn't have much time." Sherlock had his hands under his chin like he does when he is thinking really hard on a problem. They both sat in silence for a few minutes, before John suddenly got up.

"I'm going to make tea. Want some?" After a few seconds of no reply, he decided to reply to himself. "Guess not." And he made himself a nice cup of tea.