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So he was there again.
How tiresome. Sherlock had almost gotten his hopes up, believing that he had a chance at going home! He’d almost managed to convince himself that his experiences in the strange, futuristic city had all been a most peculiar dream, but it seemed that that was rather incorrect.
Besides, dreams were never this clear. At least, his never were.
The detective gave a long sigh, dark eyes gazing about the tall buildings. Nothing had really changed… but it did seem that there were less people. What, had they all died? Had some kind of thorough plague struck?
Or had they all left?
The weather was wretched. Of course, he simply had to have returned while there was a storm going on.
There were no signs to be seen that might have suggested that a war had occurred, or even a small battle, for that matter, though such an occurrence would not be much of a surprise to Sherlock. Hive City was a rather strange place, after all.
He turned once more, one arm raising up quickly as he pointed one index finger up, all the while searching carefully for anything that might be counted as unusual. ”Excuse me!” The man’s voice rang out down the near-empty streets, accompanied by the sound of the pouring rain. He didn’t yet care to keep himself dry.
“Is anyone there?”
