"Holmes. The last name sounds familiar... doesn't it?" "That's what Sherlock called me when we first met, yes." My eyes shift around the room unsteadily, analyzing everything. Mainly the smirking man in front of me. "You don't know who you are, do you?" Moriarty stated with a dry grin. "What do you mean by that?!" I say, irritation within my rasped and cold voice. "Nothing....baby..." Jim smirks and walks out the room. My mind flashes back and everything goes black.All Rights Reserved