A few weeks had pasted and no one had heard from Sherlock. Joan spent most of her time at the police station, trying to help in anyway she possibly could. Gregson came back after searching for three hours.
'Any luck?.' He shook his head.
'We tried everywhere, we even back tracked to places we've already search. There's so sign of him.' Joan rubbed her eyes. 'You need to go home.'
'No, i'm fine.'
'It wasn't a suggestion. Go nyumbani and get some sleep, if there's any news i'll call you.' Joan sighed.
'Alright.' She gathered up her stuff and headed home. She stopped at the flat along the way to check...

Sherlock sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for his phone to ring. He should have just told her what was going on then none of this would be happening. His phone rang. It was Joan
'Hey.'
'Hey. I'm at my parents apartment.'
'When did they buy an apartment?.'
'A couple of years ago. They rent it when they don't use it for visits.' They stayed silent for a moment.
'Do they know why your there?.'
'I don't know what to say. I can't tell them the truth because we never told them that we were together and they would have all these questions...'
'I understand. Just..tell them what wewe have to. I wish this...