In the livingroom Clara, Myra, granddad, smiled with joy. "Where is that grandson of mine. John Sherlock Hamish Holmes Watson, where are you?” Harold, “Everyone ready for our outing?” John and Devon preparing their son.Later that night..... On the arrival back to their home, Harold unlocking the front door. Little John runs straight inside. John, “He had a great time, he's still excited.” Devon, “Yes, or maybe it was all that sugar he ate.” Clara, “He'll be up tonight.” Myra, like her husband, smile in agreement. Clara, “I'll read him a bed time story to get sleepy.” John, in the hallway. Stops to see something unusual in the office. “Devon. Come see this.” Devon goes to him. Looks at the fully open door. “Didn’t | close that door?” John, “Yes you did. And we all went out at the same time.” Giving each other a brief look, the proceeded to walk inside the office. Inside, half the books from the bookshelf ransacked covered the floor, as if in the scene of crime unfolds. They walked around carefully to inspect. They stood. Confounded. John, observing the room. goes to the window. Sees a note on the floor. Picks it up, It read: ‘Vm coming after the shadow’ ~ NemesisJohn, concluded. “He leaves no name. The window was pry open. It’s Obvious.” “You have made a good conclusion Detective John Watson. | will take it from here.” A man in long black trench coat stood in observation. John and Devon turned to look. Indented their brows in question. Devon, recognizing him. “Detective Lestrade. Good to see you again sir. And what brings you here into our home?” Detective Lestrade continues into the room. “| have personally taken on this assignment. We have been tracking this nemesis from day one. He is the cause of this monstrosity. He is my responsibility.” Devon, “Detective Lestrade. | assure you. | along with my husband, Detective John Watson, are perfect capable to solve this case ourselves.” John, in courtesy. “But we could benefit with a little help from you.” Devon looking at John. Detective Lestrade, taking a few steps toward them, stopped. "Mr. and Mrs. Watson, Holmes. | take pride in my work. | will not forfeit, nor nagate unto another as | stand on my oath in capturing this nemeses. This criminal is solely mine to take. | believe you have important information regarding this criminal and | need proof of evidence to put him away behind bars for good. But since this is special case, | suppose it would be an exclusive honor to work with the descendant of thegreat master detective of Sherlock Holmes.” He gazed at Devon. Devon, with greatful poise. "Yes indeed. | would be a great honor to work with you also Detective Lestrade.” Detective Lestrade, “Right. There is no need to dust for fingerprints, | have already known this nemesis wears gloves. He's highly professional. You may clean up” He goes to the board, see the dart still embedded. “Right. | shall be back.” He turns to leave the room. Devon looks at John. John looks at Devon giving each other a cocky wry expression, as they began to pick up the books placing them back inside the bookshelf.Later that evening... Devon as in a dream state... Tossing and turning in bed, she slowly running from room to room, no answer to be found. She turns to see another door opening before her, the silhouette steps into the midnight’s moonlight, as she becomes, like an eclipse, into a shadow. She suddenly awakes. Her eyes open, then heavy again, falls back asleep.