The chilled wind blows all around me, just like last time. Bart's rooftop looks just like it did before but the situation is not the same. I stand at the edge and look down at the pavement and think of it growing closer and closer. I hear footstep behind me. Moriarty.
"Sherlock. I like your choice of meeting place."
"Shut up!" I screamed. I spin around and glare at Moriarty.
"I little but feisty now aren't we?"
"I said shut up! What have you done with John!"
"John... I don't think I know a J-"
I grab Moriarty by the coat and pull him forward.
"Give him to me right now!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that. You see he's a bit tied up."
"What have you done!" I shove him away and try to calm myself down. Through clenched teeth I grunt, "What have you done."
"Oh Sherlock, you've given up on the game! C'mon guess, what have I done?"
"I don't know what you've done!" I pace the floor, my hands clenched so tight they're completely white.
"Ten," Moriarty mutters with a chuckle.
"No! You haven't given me any clues, no way to figure it out!"
"Oh Sherlock, you've truly let your heart rule your mind. I've given you so much that even that idiot Lestrade could solve it."
I'm standing with my eyes clenched and my hands pressed on my temples. I'm searching through everything in my mind, tearing my mind palace apart to find the answer.
"Five."
I run through every possibility, over and over again.
"Four."
Anything!
"Three."
Sherlock! You can do this!
"Two."
"No!" I yell, "Th-the train tracks!"
"One."
Moriarty holds his phone out and I hear the sound of a gun shot followed by an ear splitting scream.
"John..." I whisper.
Everything seems to spin, Moriarty is laughing but I can't hear anything. I turn and fall to the ground. I can feel my heart pounding in my ears and my breaths and heavy. I feel like the life has been drained from me and I'm just a shell. I slowly get to my feet and look out at the city. My feet feel like lead as I lift them onto the ledge. Tears mark my cheeks and blur my vision. I hold my arms out as if to fly and I fall forward. I feel the wind rush again my face as the ground grows nearer. Its all like the last time, but this time it's not a trick. This time I won't be coming back. This time there's no John to save. I'm really going to die. But the thing is, I don't mind. I don't want to live because John was my life. It only seems fitting to go with him.
