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Prologue

Kate:

“SHERLOCK!” I yell, thrusting my hand out towards him as he disappears beyond the edge of the roof, my eyes wide.

I begin to run to the edge of the building, but stumble over something on top of the roof and fall, skidding on my side. I slowly pick myself up and run to the edge, hoping that it’s not true.

Please, please, let him not be there. Let him not be there. I think as I look over the edge.

But there, with a small crowd of shocked people starting to crowd around him, is Sherlock’s body, blood seeping from his head.

I turn around, and run back to the other end of the roof, pushing through the heavy door with both of my hands, flying down the long, circular, dizzying staircase as fast as I can.

It can’t be true!

I get down to the bottom of the stairs and burst through the door.

“Let me through!” I say, pushing through people to get to his body. His multicolored, lifeless eyes stare at the sky. The eyes, which once saw everything, were now seeing nothing. Blood is splattered on one side of his head, and I kneel down next to him. Though I know the answer, I check his pulse, and there’s nothing. “No…” I say aloud to myself. I quickly look to see John, with a mixture of shock and disbelief painted on his face. Medics push everyone back as they load him onto a stretcher.

“Sherlock...”