I stared at the phone in shock.

Sherlock's hand was shaking.

"This is impossible. He's dead." Sherlock gawped. 

"Is he really?! Well then I must be crazy." I reply sarcastically. 

"No Keyland you don't understand! He has done this before." He exclaimed defensively. 

"No. I do understand I'm just a mad-woman!" I snark. 

"Are there any other kind?" Sherlock muttered.

My hand instinctively rose and slapped him.

"You slapped the freak!" Donovan exclaimed gleefully, practically clapping her hands. 

"Call him freak one more time I dare you." I threatened, murder in my eyes. Donovan slunk away as I marched back to the street to hail a cab.

"Keyland..." Sherlock began. I avoid eye contact as the cab pulls up. 

"Shut up Sherlock." I growl, getting into the cab. 

"No Keyland I didn't mean that." He replies stopping me from closing the door.

"No I think you did." I reply slamming the door on his hand. Hard. He pulls his hand out of the door enabling my closing it as I tell the cabbie.

"221b Baker street please." I say blinking back tears. 

The doors lock.

I make questioning eye contact, with a pair of familiar chocolate brown eyes in the mirror.

"Oh I know exactly where we are going Angel." Jim smiles.

I look frantically out the window, as Sherlock raises his arm to break the window. 

But we pulled away too fast. The acceleration of the vehicle slamming me back into my seat.

I gasp.

"You alright love?" Jim worries. 

"You are the last person I wanted to see today." I grit out, sitting up normally and formulating a plan. 

"And you've seen me thrice." He remarks offhandedly. 

"That's three timestoo many." I snarled. 

He sighs.

"Where are you taking me?" I demand. 

"Wouldn't you like to know." Jim sasses. 

I don't give him the satisfaction of a reply. As I have had it up to here with sassy men today! I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him.

"Fine. I am taking you to baker street, but I just thought you might like some answers." He sighs, extending a hand with a box in it through the window. "This serum will make you remember."

"What's the catch." I ask looking at the box warily. 

"No catch. I just think if you remember what it was like with me..." Jim says softly. 

"What... I'll stay with you? I hate to break it to you Jim, but you are a murderer." I declared. 

His face contorts into a snarl as he pulls the car over abruptly.

"Yes, I am. I am a murderer Keyland. So what makes you think I won't hurt your friends. Who's lie do you value more? Yours or Sherlock's?" He threatened. 

I take a look at him, pretending to consider. Then suddenly I spin round and pull the headrest out of my chair. Using it to smash my window.

Then I crawl through it and run.

I run as fast and far as I can.

Back to safety.

Back to Sherlock.