When the autopsy report from her fathers death surfaces, Boo makes it her mission to get to the bottom of the mystery. Along the way facing some troubling situations and family disputes.
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'Sometimes you have to suspend your beliefs and accept what has happened'
——————————————— -4 Months Later- St Andrews Church, Beford ———————————————
Boo Watson-Holmes was never one for conspiracy theories. Everything that she believed was proved by science or her parents. Never once did she stop to think of whether Obama was a lizard man, if The Simpsons predicted the future or in fact if there was a higher almighty being called God. Of course, the notion of God actually existing made her cringe at all the people who believed it was proven that he did exist. That's why Boo found it so odd that she found herself sitting in a church. It was laughable really. The self acclaimed all knowing scientist/detective, who only believed in things if it was proven by science itself, was sat in a church in the middle of the country side. It wasn't a strange occurrence for this particular church to have a Watson-Holmes as a visitor as Martha herself would often attend. She got married in the church after all. Her older sister, did not attend the ceremony, she did however attend the reception and offer congratulations. The eldest had never stepped foot inside of a church after a school trip went awry when she cussed to a Vicar and said that hell should exist just for him alone. A school trip that was never mentioned again by anybody in the family. However, upon this cloudy, dreary day, she had found herself visiting the 4 graves she cared for the most. Her Grandparents who were buried in the same lot with a heart around their names. It had been several years since their passing and she missed them dearly. The other two graves were those of her parents. Mykala Watson-Holmes who died at the young age of 36 year old. And Sherlock Holmes, who had passed away only 4 months ago. Another fact you should take into account, is that Boo Watson-Holmes never cried. Since her mother had passed away she had cried once, and that was when her nieces first word was 'boo-boo'. Those were not sad tears but in-fact happy tears and up until her father passing away she had not cried a single sad tear. Since that horrible day, she had cried at least 4 times a week. Not in public. Not if someone else was in the flat. But when she was alone and left with her thoughts, she wept for her late father. Her emotions had almost, switched back on. For Boo, it was difficult to express emotions. She reckons it's because she had to grow up rather quickly and act like a mother to her young siblings Jo and Martha. She always took care of her father, as well as Mrs Hudson on her not so good hip days. She was the eldest of the children and so was the most responsible one. Upon realisation, this was probably why she never had time to sit in a church and pray, up until this moment. Boo's head rested on her hands that created the barrier between her forehead and the seat in-front of her. She currently had no idea what to say or do or think whilst sat in a quiet church with only a couple of other people. Sitting back quickly in the seat, a rather loud sigh escapes her lips as her feet swing and scuff the floor like a small child. After staring at her feet for a mere 40 seconds she finally looks up and makes eye contact with a Jesus Christ figure. Slowly the only other person in the church stands up, crossing themselves they leave and Boo realises it's just her and the Vicar out back. "I don't know what I'm doing" Boo mutters to herself before smoothing out her shirt and staring at her nails. "Nobody ever knows what they're doing" A voice speaks from the seats behind her, Boo turns around to meet the eyes of her ageing uncle, the wrinkles that he tried to fight off appearing on his face making him seem a lot older. He walked with a hunched back and he has less hair than he did before. "Father always knew what be was doing. He always knew what needed to be done or said or achieved. I have no idea what to do. I don't even know why I'm here" Boo speaks turning to speak to her uncle who stares back as if looking into her soul. A very similar soul to her mothers, but also very alike her fathers. "My brother, your father, had no idea what he was doing most of the time. He made it up as he went. He had everybody fooled, even me, but he never truly knew what to do. Especially after your mother died. If it wasn't for the fact that you kids were around then I think he would have given in a long time ago. He loved all three of you with all of his heart." Mycroft Holmes spoke. The wise uncle, the one who held so much mystery to him but to his nieces and nephew, was an open book. They always knew what he was thinking or what he was going to say next. The country saw him as an enigma but the children saw him like he was a well known joke. "And we loved him too. I just don't know how to do this Uncle. I feel like one of us needs to find out what happened because the morgues cause of death was inconclusive. No real reason. Surely he was murdered? He wasn't anywhere near having complications with old age. He was healthy, we made sure of it. Well I made sure of it. I made sure that he was going to live until everything he wanted to complete was completed. He didn't finish his bucket list. You know how father was, he was stubborn. He would have made sure to finish that list even if he did the last thing with his dying breath. That's why it all doesn't make sense. Nothing was left for us. His basic will that he wrote when he had 'passed away' the first time. That was it. Nothing makes sense anymore" Boo lets the tears fall from her eyes as she thinks about her father. Nothing but confusion and sadness filling her eyes as her Uncle reaches over to stroke her hair. The way her mother used to. "Boo-ba. Nothing is ever plain sailing. Every time you start to over think it will get more and more irrational. You need to breathe and move on from if. People die mysteriously all the time. I don't think your father told you everything about himself. He was always rather private. Just learn to breath Boo. Sitting here worrying over it doesn't do you any good" Mycroft speaks up as Boo nods her head slowly. Boo didn't see giving up as an option though. That's why she was determined to find her fathers killer and seek revenge.
