John woke up. He was covered in his own sweat. All nights he had the same dream - no, not a dream, a nightmare! Sherlock is jumping off the roof; John is trying to catch him up for some seconds, but he is failing. His friend Sherlock crash landed deadly on the pavement right in front of him, covered in his own blood. John cried a little in his kama and took a deep breath to calm down. Then he turned the light on, stood up and went to the shared bathroom of the Baker Street. After refreshing himself he went back to his bedroom, as he heard a noise downstairs. He looked to the other bedroom -...
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