Sherlock. How are you doing up there?
I’m very good. I’ve been busy at work these days and am quite healthy. Mycroft still visits the flat. He wants to pay for the rent but I don’t want it because you don’t live here any more.
Sometimes I mistake people for you. Sometimes I dream of you. But it’s okay, you don’t have to worry about me. Everything’s good and I’m really fine. Even though you are dead and I am alive, alone. It’s all fine.