Yeah, I know I'm a horrible person for not updating for so long, apologies.

Disclaimer: Don't own Sherlock

Sherlock POV:

It really couldn't have been better timing for Moriarty to reveal himself, not saying that I was surprised.

How did he survive?

I guess thats what everyone was asking when they heard about me. Please, still asking.

I really couldn't have cared less about the plane. Or more correctly, the size of it.

It wasn't Mycroft's, so I don't know why he was so proud of it. It was the governments, and they have a reason they make us pay taxes.

I even don't regret killing that thing called a man. It was for Mary, and Mary is important to John, and John is- Not going there.

It was just the… Look in Mycroft's eyes. Like he was… I don't know. I don't really do human emotions well from inside the madness. Usually, whenever I'm solving a case, its from outside the storm. Now, I'm in the eye of the storm, and I find it… hard to focus, for lack of a better way to describe it.

As the plane lands, I can't help but think of the people Moriarty targeted, and the ones he didn't. Not just three people counted.

It wasn't just John, or Ms .Hudson, it was a lot more.

Well, not a lot more, but more.

Most importantly, Molly Hooper. She helped me in a way no other could. No other can.

I'm sure that Moriarty will target her next, as he was somewhat infatuated with her before, and that made me… uneasy.

He was going after Molly Hooper, and it was my job to stop it.