Morte, sadly had to leave the next Morning, but Josy allowed Morte's new Friend named Lou was allowed to come with him, they both said goodbye to Josy and left the home they walked till they found a side street and Morte pulled out his Clock sitting down on it with Lou he said the coordinates, ,,London 1145, Baker-street,221B Sherlock Holmes", he said it so that Lou didn't understood what he was saying and they dissipated between the Dimension's and Time, some second's later they where in the living room of Sherlock Holmes, Lou looked amazed around himself, as suddenly a voice called from behind, ,,Who are you", they both then looked a the person standing in the doorway, it was Watson who pointed a gun at them, Morte shielded Lou at that, and stood befor him, he pulled his Mask away from his face and did a slight bow, ,,Hello Watson, my name is Death", he greeted the man, ,,Yeah and i'm the Queen", answered Watson, as he didn't believed what Morte told him.
,,Well Watson if you don't believe me, i show you", said Morte and pulled his cycle out of his now shrunken clock and pointed it at Watson, Watson took a step back and shock his head, ,,Well let's image i believe you, so don't prove it to me", he said and Morte put his Cycle back into his clock.
Lou now finally came out behind of Morte and pulled his hod of, ,,Hello Mr. Watson", he greeted and bowed slight, ,,Hello and who are you?", asked Watson as he greeted back, ,,My name is Lou", answered Lou and took a little step back behind Morte again. After some time the people in the room sat down on the seat's and waited for Sherlock to come home.
Soon the door opened and a Sherlock stepped inside, ,,I'm Home Watson", he called into the room they where sitting in and stepped inside after, ,,Welcome home Sherlock", greeted Watson back and stood up, hiding Morte and Lou out of Sherlock's sight, ,,Sherlock we have visitor's", said Watson as he finally let Sherlock inside and sat back down in his seat, ,,Hello Sherlock", ,,Hello Mr. Sherlock", greeted the both of them, ,,Yes Hello and who may you be?", greeted and asked Sherlock, ,,I'm Death, and my companion is Lou",answered Morte and shock Sherlock's hand.
Sherlock then sat down in the seat next to Watson and started telling him about a wearied thing someone told him, about a spooked Mansion and he may be able to help the People living inside find peach, ,,Ah that's sound's Interesting", said Morte and leaned slight over to Sherlock and Watson, ,,What do you mean sound's Interesting", asked Watson and turned his attention to Morte, ,,Well you are talking about a supposed hunted Mansion, that's the place where i come in, I'm Death and if there really are ghost's its my Workload to bring them where they belong, Lou here is just here to support me", said Morte and waved his hand in a not interesting manner.
,,Ah ha and how am i to believe you are who you say you are", Morte's face then got a scary looking smile on it and he out his Mask back on befor, pulling out of his cloak poked his Clock and out of the chock his cycle. ,,Alright Morte that's enough", butted Lou in and pulled the cycle down so it faced the ground now.
Morte made a disappointed face at that and pulled Lou in his arm's and sat with him on his lap back down in his seat, ,,really now Morte, i'm not a stuffed-animal", Morte just let out a full out belly laugh befor saying in a dark voice, ,,Well you don't want me to attack them, than bare it", Lou just gave Morte a death-glare and stopped struggling.
Sherlock and Watson just watched the two stranger's and didn't comment on what they saw, ,,So Sherlock why don't you tell us the rest of the story", commanded Morte, to Sherlock, ,,Well this Morning after having breakfast i got a telephone call from someone called Percy from the house of Mortimer, he said that in his house where Ghost's, Pictures falling from the wall or the water turning from warm to cold", Sherlock stopped by the exited look from Morte, ,,Well that's definitely a case for us", mused Lou aloud, he turned to look at Morte who just nodded and said to Sherlock, ,,conduce", he commanded and Sherlock did conduce, ,,I then received the coordinates and visited him till now, he looked scared and a little timid'ed and his house was a mess, he was afraid to go into one room, but refused to show me the Room", explained Sherlock.
,,So will you take on the request of you client?", asked Watson him and looked a little exited, ,, Yes i was planing to", answered Sherlock and stood up.