I didn't acknowledge the boy's presence with more than a slight flicker of movement from my eyes. Impatiently, I decided not to wait for John. Turning from the irritable sight, I stalked towards our waiting vehicle of transportation, a hearse.

I immediately opened the trunk and then the empty coffin inside. Feeling the child's stare still on me, I climbed in, closed the trunk, moved the lid of the coffin over me, and waited.

***

I was woken by a sharp knock on the side of the grim encasement I was currently residing in. Barely lifting the lid a few centimeters, I carefully peeked through the opening. My eyes stung as the light struck them, turning my curious gaze into an annoyed glare.

Once my vision had adjusted, I nearly yelped in surprise. Fortunately, I was able to hold it in, saving me from potential embarrassment. I looked closer and found that it was none other than my least favorite pest on the force, Anderson. His long, curved nose and impressive sneer reminded me of a storybook witch.

"Sherlock. Do I want to know why you're laying in a coffin?"

"Only if you plan to take a turn." I retorted with a smirk.