Sherlock sat at his desk, going through every case note and autopsy he had. He found nothing. Not a single scrap of evidence, who ever this was, they were good. He shut his eyes and casted his mind back to the crime scene. It was down a dark alley way, quite conseled, inbetween two buildings. They found a women, about twenty four, just got engaged judging kwa the clarity of the ring, was one her way nyumbani when something came up behind her and knocked her to floor, she Lost a lot of blood. Sherlock opened his eyes and snapped back into reality, still not knowing where to start. The he heard a sound....

Sherlock sat in his study and gazed out the window at the stars. How he would upendo to see those stars up close,The mysteries of the universe was the one case he hadn't solved yet.
'Not staring at the stars again are wewe Sherlock?.' Sherlock laughed. John never understood is infasination with the stars, But thats probably because he never told him.
'Listen John, If wewe have been through the things i have, wewe too would turn to the stars.'
'What has ever happend to wewe that made wewe look at the stars?.' The memories came flooding back.

A Few Years Earlier........

Doctor: Professor John Smith, chuo kikuu, chuo kikuu cha of London, here to check on the hospital’s research, don’t mind me, pretend I’m not even here.
Sherlock: Professor? Hmm. Tweed suit, suspenders, cheap loafers and a bow tie; I’d almost believe wewe except for one thing; that paper is blank.
Doctor: Is it? Hmm, would wewe look at that. Well it looks like you’re very clever, Mister Holmes, and that makes things much much harder.
Sherlock: And why is that?
Doctor: Well, un-clever people are very useful; they’re eager to help and don’t ask many questions, but clever people are very uncooperative and always think they’re right. It’s very annoying, and quite a hindrance when you’re in a hurry. I should know.