Two Years Gone

Sherlock smiled to himself as he walked up to 221B Baker Street. It had been two years. He'd not seen John yet, he wanted to see Mrs. Hudson first. When he reached the front door he stopped, contemplating on how to approach them. Two years to think, and everything is gone.
Sherlock pushed the door open and crept down the hallway. He lightly knocked on Mrs. Hudson's door, careful not to say anything. The woman was of course startled when she looked up, seeing the supposed face of her dead rental. "Sherlock!" She screeched in that shrill voice of hers, throwing her arms around the detective.
She'd always had a clue that Mr. Holmes wasn't dead. As for John, he was completely devastated at the loss of Sherlock. Even Mycroft had acted upset, but that was the thing no one knew that he was actually acting.
Upstairs in the sitting room John was awoken by Mrs. Hudson's scream. Confused, he clambered down the stairs in his drunken, sleep induced state. "Mrs. Hudson? Are you alright" I thought I'd heard you scream... his...name." John said, growing quiet at the end when he finally saw the face smirking at him in the corner of the room. "S...s-s-Sherlock?" John stuttered out, rubbing his eyes...