Two years. Two bloody years Sebastian was alone. After the death of the great Jim Moriarty, life suddenly lost its meaning and became more... gray? As if the rainy streets of London filled his mind and made all perception just as dull.

Moran did not communicate with anyone, again returned to old habits, which he had been leaving for so many years. It felt like his life after leaving the army returned again. And that was how it was, because without Jim, the days turned into an ordinary Groundhog Day.

Therefore, now the man sat and drank too much alcohol again, thinking about the meaning of life. What should he do? Life without Moriarty became meaningless because Jim was a friend, and a comrade, and even a boss to him. Who, although he could be strict, but at the same time kind and caring.

How much they had been through, and so stupidly he needed to die! This Sherlock and his whole gang of idiots. What did his Irish boss see in Holmes anyway? He was just a hypocrite who only respected his job and his John… and why was Sebastian any worse?

So when Jim's face appeared on the screen, Moran thought it was all a hallucination. A lie his drunken brain had created. All he had said was just the usual 'Miss me?'

"Of course I missed you, idiot..." Sebastian thought to himself and simply turned off the TV

"I see things are pretty bad here. Can you even be left alone for a while?"

A familiar voice with an Irish accent made Moran look and be slightly surprised. It can't be...

"Miss me, huh, Seb?"