Sherlock-Fangirls

He would have to be on the roof of 221b for the shadow to be directly in front of the window. John found himself leaping almost the whole set of stairs shouting at the top of his voice "He's alive!" as he went - not bothering to put on his coat. The pain in his leg panged when his feet came into contact with the floor. He diddn't care. He heard Mrs. Hudson franticly opening the door to her flat and shuffling in her slippers as he lept out the door and spun around on his heels on the quiet nightime Baker Street to see... nothing. No shining light. No dark silloette. No Sherlock. "what you on about? it's three in the morning." Mrs Hudson groan