A Viola's Song

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Viola walked fast and hard through London, not really having a destination. She just needed to burn off some steam.

She was talking herself, she knew. She just hoped nobody noticed.

"Why is he so difficult?" she mumbled to herself. "Pay attention to me for once."

She continued to mumble things like this to herself for a while.

Suddenly, Viola felt a vibration in her pocket. It was her phone. She took it out and saw that she had gotten a text from an unknown number. It said simply, "The pool-M." She didn't know what the "M" was, but she definitely understood what "the pool" was.

"No," she said to herself. She shook her head.

She ran home.

As she got closer to 221B, she stared yelling "Dad!"

When she had gotten up the steps she yelled as loud as she could, "Dad! DAD!"

There was no response.

"Dad!" she yelled again.

Still none.

She groaned in frustration.

"Come on!" she exclaimed. She decided to put her skills to work and ran into Sherlock's room. She saw his laptop and jumped over to it. She lifted up the screen and read what it said. As Sherlock had done, she figured out the coding immediately.

"Oh," she gasped.

She knew that she had to get to the pool. She knew the story of what had happened when Sherlock and John had been confronted there and knew that Hannah was in danger.

"Hannah, yes, ok, no, Hannah," Viola was panicking, she knew.

She took out her phone and tried to call Hannah but remembered that she hadn't ever gotten her number. Then, she remembered she had John's number.

She called him. It took a few rings, but he picked up.

"John, John? It's Viola. May I speak to Hannah?"

"Ummm, sure, I guess, yes," he responded, sounding confused.

Viola heard rustling and then, Hannah's voice.

"Yes? This is Hannah Watson."

"Hannah? It's Viola. Please, listen to me. Stay in your house and your parents. Just don't leave. Please."

"Ummm, ok? Whatever you say, but, Viola?"

"What?"

"Why?"

"The world is no longer safe. I'm sorry, I'm the one who put this upon you, but all you have to do is stay put."

"Alright, we will."

"Good."

Viola hung up and ran out the door, got in a cab, and worried for all their lives.