When John woke up the next morning at eight, he felt strangely good. The sunlight was peering though the white blinds and lace curtain in John's bedroom and gently kissed him awake. "Hm", John moaned with a content smile on his face as he stretched to wake himself up. He got dressed and quietly went into the kitchen for a cup of tea.

"And where are you going today?" a deep voice asked him from the vicinity of the couch.

John placed the kettle on and said to Sherlock, "I learned a long time ago to never stay in my pajamas for long because you never know what's going to happen in the morning."

"Is this also why you carry a towel around with you?"

"Nope", John said as he plopped himself in a chair, "I learned that in the army."

"Of course", Sherlock said dryly, "So"...Sherlock started as he lightly clapped his hands together..."where are Molly and her new"—Sherlock paused and then spat out—"husband going on their honeymoon?"

"Oh, they're going to Rome on Flight 108 or something where Alexander's family owns a villa", John said as the kettle wailed. He stood up and grabbed a mug.

"Phfft, Rome, who needs Rome?" Sherlock said as he quickly rubbed his face with his cold hands.

"Well"...John started as his face broke into a goofy grin, "Rome is where the heart is." John broke into a riotous laugh as Sherlock loudly groaned and got up from the couch to the bathroom. "I thought it was funny", John mumbled to himself as Sherlock slammed the door shut.

When Sherlock came out of the bathroom he was dressed, which seemed odd to John, but he was glad that Sherlock finally took a bath. As Sherlock was plucking away on his violin, absentminded, with the news on, John heard a knock on the door. He opened the door and saw a large flat white box with a big red bow and a tag that said 'To Sherlock Holmes, 221B Baker Street' in blocky, black letters on the doormat, "Look what you got, Sherlock", John said cheerfully as he picked up the box.

"Hm", Sherlock nodded slightly, but continued to stare ahead.

"Do you want me to open it?" John asked slowly, as he lightly touched the red bow.

"I don't care", Sherlock said, coolly, as he placed his violin under his chin and started to play the ending of the third movement of Mendelssohn Violin Concerto, rather harshly.

John knotted his brows in confusion and slightly in disgust as he untied the bow, carefully. He opened the box to find an ivory coloured wedding dress, "It's a dress", John said slowly, with his brows still knotted together, as he lifted the dress out of the box.

"A wedding dress. A Spring 2011 Impression wedding dress", Sherlock muttered as he stopped playing. "Worth about eight hundred pounds."

"Oh, wait", John said as he placed the dress over the chair, "there's something else in here", he took out a photograph. The photograph was of a bride and groom in embrace (the upper half of the photograph where their heads were was torn off). "Hm", John said as flipped over the photograph to see if there was anything written on the back. On the back, in black cursive, was Mr. and Mrs. Alexander Oliversson; August 28, 2011-August 29, 2011.

John's eyes widened in fear as he threw the photograph on the ground. "Sher—Sherlock!" Sherlock glanced at John, "This is Molly's wedding dress!" John pointed to the dress and then faced Sherlock with a scared, bewildered look, "Why do we have her wedding dress!" Sherlock cocked his eyebrow in confusion, "The...the photograph! Their heads are bloody off! They're gone! They're gone! She's dead! Oh gawd!" John screamed fearfully as he shakily pointed to the photo on the ground.

The room became horrendously silent as both John and Sherlock stared at the photograph on the ground, their mouths both open in shock and confusion. The only noise in the whole world was the telly. The news blared,

..."the talks are expected to continue into the next month as the leaders of both nations attempt to reach a compromise. Now back to our main story, the British Flight 108, from London to Rome, has crashed on the coast of the English Channel. As of right now, there doesn't seem to be any survivors. The authorities have ruled out any terrorist involvement and have not citied what had exactly caused the crash, but the most likely suspect is instrument failure"...