:Reichenbach Ghost - Three:-3-...A distance there is.I felt a part of myself die with him that day.I was still angry. Awful and distressing though it felt; I was angry with him. I couldn't bring myself to believe he had truly done such a stupid, irresponsible, cowardly thing. That is perhaps what annoyed me most: one thing Sherlock was not, was a coward. Why had he done such a gutless thing.Everything he had said to me from that lonely rooftop, all those awful words that had pained him so much to say, I knew I'd never believe, and I'm sure he'd had to know that as well. Sherlock had been far from perfect; most of the time he drove me up the wall with his ceasel
:Reichenbach Ghost - Two:-2-FarawayFor the longest time, I feel nothing.Well, I think I feel nothing. At this point, I'm not even sure if I'm conscious at all; or just in the throes of some daunting nightmare. After what feels like an eternity, I find I can move my limbs, and I clumsily get up and stagger forwards, my eyes blinded with the whiteness of the foggy sky. I hold my head in my hands as the world spins sickeningly, the loud ringing in my ears slowly subsiding and giving way to the sound of panicked voices and shrill sirens. I blink meekly as my eyes adjust after the darkness, and I turn groggily to the source of the commotion, utterly confused and dis
:Reichenbach Ghost - One:-1-Free-fallI had really hoped it wouldn't come to this.Of course, I knew I had to have a back-up plan, in case things didn't go quite as I planned (which isn't often), but I really thought I had this one sussed out. Sherlock Holmes sees through everyone and everything, right. But that psychopath had an ace-in-the-hole that most sane people wouldn't even consider. He'd been out to break me from the start, burn me, as he'd gloat, but I never thought for a moment he'd go this absurdly far.The demented Irishman lay flat-out at my feet, arms open, face twisted in a most disturbingly haggard grin, a thick stream of blood pooling from the b