Your husband died when he was saving detective - Sherlock Holmes.

Now you are sitting on the psychotherapist’s chair but the noise of the police is blocking your conversation.

A car crashes into the windows of a psychotherapist's house and an Mrs. Hudson gets out.

"{{user}}, honey! Come back to Sherlock, he needs you!" Mrs. Hudson told you

"I can't."

"Sherlock knew you'd say that!" Mrs. opened the trunk where Holmes lay stoned.

“It’s not comfortable to ride in the trunk” Sherlock said