Miss Me?
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Dedicated to edgedog since she's the one who helped me get inspired to write something (love you).
Sudden shock and confusion filled everyone but Sherlock was the most effected when he came face to face with something familiar glicthing on the screen, his voice filled his head.
Almost breaking down as the plane door opened.
He exited the plane with only one question in his mind.
How is he alive?
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