{John's once bullet-like eyes wavered with the weight of emptiness. The man was crumbling. Dr John Watson, sitting still and sound in his chair, was slowly sinking into a putrid ocean of black misery.}

{If only he knew that his best friend had never shaken hands with death. Rather, he was elsewhere. His heart pounding with life, his head bristling with adrenalin... his hands empty of another's. Sherlock Holmes was very much alive.}

A Reichenbach Fall fanmix, including aftermath.

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