6 November 2012
221 Baker Street The writing was smudged, but I could make out the 3 words. I knocked lightly, rocking on my feet. Sherlock didn't know who I was. I was Mycroft's daughter, Gem... "Dad was always so busy, and so we planned for me to visit you Uncle Sherlock" I said. He clutched his head. "I'm not your uncle!" That struck me like a ton of bricks. "I'm Mycroft's daughter." I sat on the steps, until at midnight Sherlock opened the door and ushered me inside. It was weird, 1 in the morning. And having tea with my uncle, while he was wearing a bathrobe. I fell asleep on the couch, I hadn't slept. I stayed awake all night just in case.
I was unhappy when Sherlock and Watson had to get into the Baskerville naval base with an extra of dads ID cards. I would've told him but he found out.
I saw the hound, why did I have to come? It was a dark shape though, and let out a low growling before pouncing off to pursue the other visitors. Who would want a 12 year old, we not that tasty...
Sherlock is a human computer, his genuineness scares me at times. And we just had to go back to kill the hound, and the man behind it. The hound was real...Watson was hesitant on his shot. The hound was close to pouncing on us all. And having us at mealtime!?
It was a cool explosion, except sad death. "I have to go...bye Uncle Sherlock" "Bye..." I gave him a hug...he was my uncle. "Gemini, tell Mycroft hi from me" I smiled, and gave him a thumbs up. "Bye Dr Watson" he flashed a light smile.
Sherlock Holmes • Opuss № I