The word, “Run”continued to tease in Irene Adler’s ear despite she and Sherlock making a successful escape back to London. It had been days since their escape and Irene had cooped herself up in her room without any clients. Even Kate, her maid, was beginning to worry. However she didn’t want to disturb Irene and her thoughts.
One pouring day three knocks on the bedroom door was heard. “Go away. I’m not seeing any clients at the moment.” sighed Adler as she brushed her long black hair in front of her vanity. The knocks continued. “I already told you I’m not coming out.”
“Then I guess I’ll just have to go in myself.” replied a familiar voice from the other side of the door.
Irene’s eyes widened as she continued gazing at her reflection. She noticed the latch of the door moving until a click was heard. Then the door slowly swung open to reveal a