The train whistle blew. "All aboard!" The conductor called. Basil had a strange sense of deja vu. Next to him, Dawson was giving Erica Mali a few words of advice.
"Now, when you meet Miss Bradamante, be a perfect lady. Focus on your studies."
"Thank you, Dr. Dawson. I promise I'll behave," Erica gave him a smile. "I really don't know how to thank you. Either of you," she said. "Giving me assistance to go to the most prestigious boarding school in Wales, and after all I...I honestly don't know how to thank you."
Basil straightened his coat. "Well...considering the circumstances, I thought it was right."
Erica took a deep breath and nodded. "Perhaps I will come back to London when I am older. But for now...I want a new beginning."
"That seems like the right decision, Miss Mali." Basil nodded his head. Erica gave the two gentlemice a soft smile.
"Thank you, both of you. I'm certain...My uncle...along with my mother and father are happy that I'm alive. I just...I just..." Erica sighed and looked away before looking back. "I'm sorry for everything. And Mr. Basil..."
Erica walked closer him and stood up on her tip-toes and kissed him quickly on the cheek.
Basil was stunned for a moment before looking at Erica, who smiled brightly with slight blush in her cheeks.
"Catch Ratigan for me!" She said and hurried off to get on the train. The train started pulling off and so she went. Erica Mali had left London.
Dawson looked at Basil. "Do you think Edmund will-"
"He won't," Basil said dismissively.
"I think she'll be all right, don't you, Basil?"
Basil didn't say anything. He smiled a bit and made a nod. "If she does something with that temper." Dawson laughed.
"Shall we, Basil?"
"Let's."
They turned, walking back to 21 1/2 Baker Street side-by-side.
Author's Note: Well, that's all folks! Thank you so much for reading! It has been super fun writing this story with my good friend GodWriting, and I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as we did creating it. Let us know what you think!
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