Sorry, this chapter will be short 'cause I'm kinda having a writer's block. And also I really do think that Signe and Sean are an adorable couple and that they belong together. Ignore my babbling and continue!

~Jack

"So...what do we do now?" Mark inquired as we ducked into a nearby alley. More of the Uncured shuffled past us, groaning. "We go to Buckingham palace to wait for Sherlock and Mycroft." John whispered. Once the Uncured were out of earshot, we continued down the pavement. I stayed near the back of the group, lost in thought. Mainly, I was thinking about Signe Hansen, my girlfriend. "Hey, you okay?" Mark waited for me to catch up to him. "Yeah, I was just thinking about Signe." I sighed. I was extremely worried for her. "Don't worry, I'm sure she's fine." Mark assured me. The group walked in silence for about fifteen more minutes, until I heard something. I wasn't the only one who heard it. "Quiet!" John hissed as the group came to a halt. The noise sounded like the groan of an Uncured person. On the other side of the road, I saw the outline of a person. Their chest rose and fell, showing that they were still alive. John turned on his flashlight and motioned for us to wait here as he crept over to the person. He then signaled that the person was not infected as he turned off the flashlight. I walked over to the figure and shone my light in their face. I gasped and dropped my flashlight. "Jack, what's wrong?" Mark knelt by my side and looked at the figure. "It's her." I whispered. "It's Signe." John hurriedly checked her vitals. "No pulse, heartbeat is gone...I'm so sorry." John stood back up. "She's dead." "No!" I yelled and cradled her head in my lap. "C'mon honey, please don't do this to me." I sobbed as I stroked her long light blond hair that was caked in dirt. I rocked back and forth, holding Signe tightly in my arms. I felt someone gently put a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see who it was. Everyone was just staring at Signe. I glanced back down at her. Her eyes were slightly open and she was smiling. Her hand carefully wiped away my tears. "Sean, I love you." Signe whispered. "I love you too, so very much." I smiled through my tears and lifted her up bridal style. "We need to get her help." John stated. I nodded in response. "Don't you worry, I'll be faithful through the years, I'll help get rid of your fears, and wipe away your tears, because I love you, and without you, I don't know what I'd do, because without your light, my heart would be as dark as night." I sang quietly in her ear as she fell asleep with her head leaning against my chest. I heard Yami go "awww" from where he was walking beside John. Mark was grinning from ear to ear. "I totally ship it. OTP!" Mark laughed. I laughed along with him, finally feeling for the first time in a while that things could get better.

~Sherlock

The air rushed past me, my trench coat billowing behind me like a parachute. I landed with a thud inside of a blue dumpster, trash bags comforting my fall. Feeling exhilarated, I shouted to Molly. "Jump!" "Are you mad?!?" She shouted back. I pointed over at the dumpster I landed in. "Trust me, please." She hesitated, then gave a slight nod and stood on the window sill. Even though I was far away from Molly, I could see her trembling. She leaned forward and shrieked as she fell face first into the trash. "Eww!" Molly threw a rotten banana peel off of her head and clambered out of the trash. She had removed her stained coat, shrugged, and left it in the trash. She was wearing a black turtleneck sweater and denim jeans underneath. I took off in a jog, heading towards Buckingham palace. "Where are we going?" Molly breathed. "Buckingham palace. A while ago, we made a plan for if we split up and were in danger, we would meet their with Mycroft." I explained as I picked up speed. Not to far behind us was the Uncured. I strained to listen what they were groaning about as I ran. "Help...us." I whispered. They were moaning the words 'help us'. I skidded to a halt and grabbed Molly's hand. "Why are we stopping?" She gasped, trying catching her breath. "Because we need to help them." I waited for the Uncured to catch up. "Sherlock, is this a good idea?" Molly queried. I nodded in response and watched as the group of Uncured almost ran to catch up with us. Once they made it over to us, they froze, like they were expecting us to run off again. "The man who did this to you is known as Moriarty!" I announced. "We...know." An Uncured woman with long brown hair and blue eyes slurred. "We have been following...you to see if...you knew how to..help..us." The woman struggled to speak. "Can you tell me what is wrong?" Molly inquired. The woman nodded slowly. "Always hot...hard to speak...headache, boils...stiff and sore...muscles...and light headed." Molly extracted a notebook and pencil from her pocket and wrote down the symptoms. "Tell anyone else you meet that we are working on locating Moriarty right now and we will cure you as soon as possible." I commanded. They all nodded and shuffled away. "We need to find the others before either they get hurt or the Uncured do." I took off in a sprint with Molly by my side.