Mrs Hudson stops at the corner of the street to get back her breath. There is a new ache spreading over her shoulders to the base of her neck. After the death of her older brother she developed arthritis in her fingers. The discovery of her husband’s other life had lead to a crippling ache in her hip. It was a rather fitting tribute to Sherlock’s personality that his death manifested itself as a pain in her neck.
“Mrs Hudson?” a soft voice calls out from behind her, and Mrs Hudson turns to see a young woman, standing awkwardly behind her, a nervous smile on her face.
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