18th January

drwatsonsdaughter has started following you.

John was alone in the flat today.  There were no clients what so ever; Sherlock was at the morgue picking up some cadavers; and Mrs. Hudson was at Bath visiting her sister.  In other words the soldier was quiet alone.  That is until a knock was heard three times on the door.  John put down his laptop and walked to the door.  Once open standing in front of him was a young girl.  ”Hello.” he started slowly and questioningly.  Why would a young girl be standing by his doorstep?  ”I’m John Watson.  Can I help you?”