Sherlock had no living family or friends, so the nursing home arranges a small memorial service. It’s sparsely attended and Robbie wonders if he’s the only one here who’d ever even spoken to Sherlock. Robbie has a moment of rage over the paltry event: Sherlock had deserved so much more than this. With the exception of one woman a few years older than him, Robbie recognizes everyone there as either a patient or staff from the home. She’s staring silently at the photographs that the staff had arranged for the event. Most of the pictures depict Sherlock weathered and unsmiling, but there’s one photograph of Sherlock standing next to a short blond man who Robbie realizes must be John because they both look so blindingly happy that it brings tears to Robbie’s eyes. This is the photograph the woman is staring at. He takes a deep breath an approaches the her. “Did you know him?” he says. The woman looks briefly startled, but then composes herself and replies “Not really. He used to steal body parts and conduct experiments in the morgue where my mother worked. I wasn’t there often, a morgue really isn’t the kind of place for a kid so I only met him a couple of times.” “Was John ever with him?” Robbie asks “Once.” She says slowly “The first time. I remember Sherlock being happy and a little odd but friendly. He showed me the experiment he was working on and explained it to me, and John said something, I don’t remember what, but I remember Sherlock laughing and just looking at John like he was his whole world. Sometime after that, John disappeared and it was like Sherlock was a whole different person. He was cold and closed off and I remember being quite afraid of him.” “But they’re together now, at least.” Robbie says The woman looks uncomfortable for a moment “Oh, well, I don’t believe in-“ “They have to be!” Robbie interrupts, suddenly quite convinced of this “That can’t just be the end. It can’t just be the unanswered question where they never see each other again. They have to be together now. And before he died– They just– There’s no other way it makes sense.” The woman stares at him for a long moment, and then as if humoring a child replies “I suppose you’re right.”
Re: Part 10/10 End!
With the exception of one woman a few years older than him, Robbie recognizes everyone there as either a patient or staff from the home. She’s staring silently at the photographs that the staff had arranged for the event. Most of the pictures depict Sherlock weathered and unsmiling, but there’s one photograph of Sherlock standing next to a short blond man who Robbie realizes must be John because they both look so blindingly happy that it brings tears to Robbie’s eyes. This is the photograph the woman is staring at. He takes a deep breath an approaches the her.
“Did you know him?” he says.
The woman looks briefly startled, but then composes herself and replies “Not really. He used to steal body parts and conduct experiments in the morgue where my mother worked. I wasn’t there often, a morgue really isn’t the kind of place for a kid so I only met him a couple of times.”
“Was John ever with him?” Robbie asks
“Once.” She says slowly “The first time. I remember Sherlock being happy and a little odd but friendly. He showed me the experiment he was working on and explained it to me, and John said something, I don’t remember what, but I remember Sherlock laughing and just looking at John like he was his whole world. Sometime after that, John disappeared and it was like Sherlock was a whole different person. He was cold and closed off and I remember being quite afraid of him.”
“But they’re together now, at least.” Robbie says
The woman looks uncomfortable for a moment “Oh, well, I don’t believe in-“
“They have to be!” Robbie interrupts, suddenly quite convinced of this “That can’t just be the end. It can’t just be the unanswered question where they never see each other again. They have to be together now. And before he died– They just– There’s no other way it makes sense.”
The woman stares at him for a long moment, and then as if humoring a child replies “I suppose you’re right.”