"But he's dead, he killed himself!"
I immediately flashedback to the traumatic events that had happened years ago.
"He shot himself under his chin and blood splatted out behind his head. His brains blew up!"
"William?" Sherlock called, he was not the type of person to care for other people, but he did care about a few, and his face showed concern for me. I started walking backwards in anxiety and little did I know there was a rock that tripped me, hitting my head on the wall and knocking me out unconscious.
I opened my eyes in pitch black darkness. A stage light pointed at me, a separate one at Harvey who stood infront of me. I was in the enigma of my consciousness once again having an imaginary conversation to help me think.
"Surprise!" cheered he, waving his hands on the air.
"You're not alive!" I cried out "You're dead! You shot yourself!"
"Funny, you never checked my fuckin' corpse. You know the film Zombieland? The protagonist had a rule about double-tapping. I tapped once, you didn't initiate the second tap"
"I forgave you, then you said thank you"
"Some people find only one way to live, and when they stumble upon a heavy barricade they either push it away with all their strength, or just give up and die. By the way, do you have to be knocked out to think?"
"Why and how are you haunting me?"
"Continue the lyrics to the song, where did we stop? Oh fucking yes 'There is simply nothing worse than knowing how it ends' "
"You were darn surprised when I said I forgive you"
"Think of the possibilities of my actions, idiot. Don't you think I fucking lied? Remember how I pretended to be one of my slaves? I was quite the bloody actor"
"Surprisingly covincing"
"What's the next part of the song, Willy Wonka!?"
It had been so long since I heard the song, so I took my time to remember.
" 'And I meant everything I said that night' "
"No, we can forget about that. The part after that?"
" 'I will come back to life, but only for you' "
"Bingo!"
I was woken up by a sudden slap in my face, lying down on a bed in Sherlock's room.
"It's my honor" said Jane, laughing.
"Good aim for a blind woman" said Sherlock, his back turned, his body facing multiple TV screens, I counted five. Each with different programs.
"No no no!" He cried "The Doctor can't be the timeless child! Remind me to hunt down the current showrunner of Doctor Who!" he picked up a bottle of what looked like embalming fluid to drink it.
"Cupcake!" I gasped
"Cupcake is dead" reminded my wife
"Then explain the Flash Drive. Where is the Flash Drive?"
"Sherlock already plugged it in Watson's laptop, he found a video file but haven't played it yet"
"Watson is not real" I sat up
"We have more important matters" claimed Sherlock. "Now, Moriarty"
"Cupcake is on my ass and MORIARTY IS NOT REAL, JUST LIKE YOU!" Yelled I to Sherlock. Silencing everyone in the room. Even the dog, held tightly by my wife.
"I'm sorry!" I sank my face on the palm of my hands, cracking my voice "I'm just so done"
"Done with what?" asked my wife "Done with what gives you a purpose? Done with what you're best at? Whoever your rival is, he seems very dangerous. While you were knocked out, Jane told me everything that happened. You forgave your enemy, the person who hurt you, do you know how hard that is to do? Do you know what it means to forgive the person who hurt you? And if he is back, then you have another chance to try and save people. It is also the return of your purpose! the reason why you're here! Are you done with trying to fulfill the purpose of why you were born?"
I shook my head to say no.
"Then stand up and let me hear you say you'll save yourself!"
I slapped my laps and pushed myself to get up and do what she told me to "I will save myself!"
"Louder!"
"I will save myself!" repeated I
"Louder, you fucker!"
"I WILL SAVE MYSELF!" I screamed
A man from the room next to us yelled in Norwegian. Despite my wife and I living in Norway for 4-in-a-half years, we never became fluent in the language, only the basics and sentences we need for asking for directions, buying, and working in a Library. I asked Sherlock what the man just said.
"He said if we could be quiet because the walls are thin"
Another yell came from the opposite side.
"That one said it's okay and he prefers it than hearing two people get it on. If you know what I mean" he winked.
"All jokes aside, look at me William, i'm blind but still moving forward" said my wife.
"The last thing Emily said to me" I interrupted "Was that I must go forward and continue living even when its dying. Where is the shitty Flash Drive?!"
"Still plugged in my, as you say, non-existent companion's Laptop" said Sherlock, pointing to where it lied. It was still open to the folder, there it sat, a single video file titled my name, "William" and nothing more. I thought it was the reason Sherlock did not open it, it was intended for my posession only. I yelled at Sherlock to turn off all the damn TV screens and to watch the video with me, Jane sat to hear instead. Within the sound of two clicks of the mouse the video-file opened. It was a blank video with audio playing. For the first eight seconds there was no voice.
"Hello" said a filtered voice, like a death metal vocalist not bothering to turn off their metal-scream voice.
"The first thought in your head is probably who the fuck am I. Call me whatever you desire. But for Sherlock, i'm known as Moriarty, and for William, i'm known as Cupcake. I told you I know how it ends!"
Another wave of anxiety and fear washed over me. My facial expression was readable.
"And I meant everything I said that night" he started singing "I will come back to life, but only for you!"