Sherlock
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Melody ist auf dem Weg nach HAuse, als sie von einem Auto angefahren wurde. John Watson ist Zeuge und ruft den Krankenwagen. Als Melody im Krankenhaus aufwacht sitzt er neben ihr. Sie erinnert sich an nichts mehr aus ihrer Vergangenheit und so kommt sie erst einmal zu John und Sherlock. Doch die wollen ihr nicht nur vorübergehend ein zu Hause geben, sondern auch das Geheimniss ihrer Vergangenheit löse...
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