She had me at her mercy. Dangling me high above the streets of London. I stared back at those dark, dangerous eyes. "Goodbye, Sheryll Holmes." She smiled as her grip loosened. I was falling through the air, clawing at the building ledges. She-my Moriarty- wanted revenge. She had it, now. I could see my fate play out before my eyes. Blood spreading around my cold, lifeless body. Like my Father before me. History.... replaying itself. Watson would scream my name. I watched the ground come closer. This... is the end of Sheryll Holmes. ... The Daughter of Sherlock Holmes is London's last consort. With her Father out of action and John Watson dead, the doors for Moriarty's Daughter open. This time, it's up to Sheryll Holmes and Hamish William Scott Watson to save the Game. "The game, Watson, is... something..." "On." "Ah, yes. Thank you. The game... is on." #COWAwards2018 (#19 in Sherlocksdaughter)