John dreamt that Sherlock is falling in front of him on the stone-hard pavement, lying in his own blood - dead! He, John Watson, wasn´t be able to save him, to rescue him. He looked up from the pavement and saw his friend Sherlock and Sissi, his new flatmate hand in hand standing on a blossomed meadow waving at him. They turned and walked away hand in hand in a glittering sunlight what seems to come from overall. This time his nightmare turned into something peacefully.
John Watson awoke, took a deep breath and stood up. He checked the alarm clock. Quarter past three on 24th December 2012. He sighed. He was not in the mood for Chrismas. He went to the bathroom. Before John it arrived, he saw a light downstairs. It seemed Sissi, his new flatmate was there. John got curios. He walked as quite as possible downstairs and peeked into the living room. Sybille also called Sissi, sat in front of her laptop on Sherlock´s desk and gestured and mimicked angry without making any noise. It seemed she got a row with her computer. Then she lay back at her chair closing her eyes, but not for long. She put her elbows on the desk, press her palms together like a prayer and looked...