Dr. Watson was on his way home when he bumped into a middle aged woman. "Sorry ma-" Watson was halfway through his apology; when the woman thrust a knife upon his neck. "Where the hell am I?" she said with aggression laced in her tone. Watson looked at her properly she was wearing black jeans, a black top, flannel and brown boots. She had short blonde hair and lastly green eyes.

Watson suddenly remembered all the nights in the impala, putting a baby to sleep and talking to a pregnant woman with green eyes. She falters saying what he could not, Just uttering one word, feeling his brick wall he built up for decades collapse. "John?"