MorlockLove

He might have escaped the real thing, Sherlock thought, as he watched the morning train pull into the station, but he was about to go make a deal with the devil. White puffs of cloud innocently blew across the sky as the detective checked his ticket. "Right on time," he muttered to himself. "Damn." He looked around the station grounds to see if anyone was noticing him. It had been only a short time since the papers had declared his death. Fake Genius Commits Suicide. And that's what they would keep thinking. He need not worry about being followed. The sleepy country stop was void of passengers, and only a few staff wandered sleepily about t