'John frowned, looking from the address to the building in front of him. Sherlock stood beside him, an identical frown on his face. 'I don't understand. This is a junkyard. Why would one of the most brilliant minds in England be at a junkyard?' Sherlock ignored John's musing and approached the main building. Inside, a girl wearing a denim bustier and skirt stood at the counter, leaning on it with one foot tucked behind the other.'
'Amber kneeled on the wet earth, mud staining her black jeans. She held a finger to her mouth, silencing the bickering couple behind her. The Eagles were searching for the Wolverines; it was a random bit of luck that they'd met them once, but as usual, Amber made an inappropriate comment and everything ended as quickly as it started. Now, the group of men and women stood in front of them, a good 10 yards away, and had yet to notice them. Black beanie sitting snugly on her head, she stood, stepping over a fallen tree and motioning for her team to follow. 'Everybody. Stay. Quiet.'
'Emma leaned back on the sand, her red hair splayed out around her head. Jane sat beside her, a romance novel clutched in her hands. Their sisters, little Sophie and Marie splashed about in the water. The two older girls looked up when they heard two terrified screams. Both jumped up, running towards the water, headed towards the little girls. A swirling whirlpool formed around the four girls, and with a few last screams, they disappeared.'
'She was furious. She stormed over to his bike, where he was smiling and laughing with the blond sheriff. She pushed his shoulder, practically seething. 'Sorry to interrupt, but it seems August here has forgotten that we had plans last night. What, did you think that it would be okay to skip out on date night to be with our -lovely- sheriff?'
'Grace ran towards the art room, smile on her face and best friend in tow. 'Ms Jenkins! This is my friend Henry!' The blond teacher turned around, and smiled kindly at the boy and girl. 'Hello Henry. Would you like to sit? I'm just setting things up for today's lesson.' The pair sat at a desk, hands clasped and eyes wide and seeking. 'So, what brings you two to my classroom?' Grace sat up, 'I wanted to show Henry your paintings!' The teacher paused, looking at her cabinet from the corner of her eye. 'Im sorry children. I'm going to have to ask you to leave...'
'The rain tapped against her window, snapping the blond out of her thoughts. She sighed, pressing a hand against the cool glass. A small gray kitten jumped onto the couch, pawing her hand and rubbing his head against her leg. Jennifer smiled, rubbing the soft fur of her kitten. 'Hey Griffin.' A meow came as a reply.'
'It was beautiful; fairy lights strung up in trees, glowing and showering the crowd in a warm light. Chess stood off to the side, admiring her handiwork. Jefferson approached her; they hadn't talked since his cat 'ran away'. She just didn't have the heart to tell him that she was his beloved cat. 'Hello Chesley. Great party. Are you sure you haven't seen my cat? I miss her.' There was a pout forming on his face, and her confession just spilled from her lips, leaving a bad taste behind.'