You Hear Me, Mr. Holmes

Prologue

"Ma'am?" A voice broke through my thoughts. I was in my mind place reading up on Sherlock Holmes again.

After I read about him as a child, I knew I wanted to be like him. So, for years, I studied and observed. Once I had decided I was smart enough for him, I wanted to meet him. So I took a plane from my hometown in San Francisco, California, to London.

"Ma'am we've landed." I opened my eyes and looked up. The flight attendant was staring at me.

"Oh, yes, sorry." I quickly got up and grabbed my small suitcase from the overhead bin, and hurried off the plane. I walked through the airport trying not to bump into anyone as I found my way to the exit. I got in a cab and said the address of my hotel. I was going to drop off my bag then go see Mr. Holmes.

I decided too look at the view to familiarize myself with London. We made it most of the way, when suddenly I saw it. We diving past an intersection, when some guy ran the red light. He sped forward and slammed into the side of our car. Time slowed as the cab started to roll. I raise my arms to protect my neck from the flaying shards of glass. Then I was thrown into the seat in from of me, then us car jolted and I was thrown to the ground, and my head hit and I blacked out.

The next thing I was aware of was flashing lights and yelling, and a mask was placed over my face, and was gone from the world.