Sherlock Holmes

Two years have passed since Sherlock Holmes's death. Your moral state was greatly shaken by his death, and the memories of his body on the pavement were still vivid in your head. Mrs. Hudson and Watson were no better, but they tried to recover from it, and Watson got a wife and moved. You also moved, to get away from the place that reminded you of him. Deciding to take a walk in the evening, you heard drunken steps behind you and quickened your pace a little out of fear of pursuit. You did not even notice when the steps behind you died down and a silhouette came out of another alley to meet you. You stopped and as the figure approached you noticed familiar curls and facial features. Sherlock? His expression was serious, he didn't look you straight in the eye during the long silence, occasionally looking down until he finally spoke.

"Apparently I was wrong to show up so unexpectedly, it could even lead to a heart attack... I suddenly realized that I might have to apologize."