"So there you have it. My father with his brains splattered all over our house's walls. Is there anything that you would like me to clear up?" I state.

"Where were you when this happened?" Watson asks.

"I had just finished my walk I went to check on him, then found him...dead." I reply.

"And is there nobody who can vouch for your being on a walk?" Holmes asks.

"Ames here can." I state. 

"Is that so?" Holmes clarified. 

"Yes sir she always takes a walk at that time." Ames replied.

"I would like to have a look at your house, Miss Keyland if you wouldn't mind."  Mr. Holmes asked.

"Not at all, I shall rest more easily when this nasty business is done with." I stated morosely. 

So we traveled on over to my tall, gabled household once more. And soon Mr. Holmes was evaluating the crime scene.

"What is this this mark on his arm here?" Sherlock asks.

"Oh that? Master has always had that mark." Ames replies.

"It seems as if it is burned on, Holmes look at his." Watson speculated. 

"This was indeed burned on with a brand." Sherlock replies.

"What an odd little mark. A branded triangle inside a circle. Miss Keyland have you seen this before?" Watson asks.

I had seen it before, and I remembered where. A remembrance that caused me to run from the house in astonishment. Holmes quickly followed me.

"Where have you seen it?" He asked the rain streaming down his face. He gathered me in his arms.

"On Sebastian Moran in the library of Jim Moriarty." I say my gaze dropping down to his lips. His eyes follow suit, and suddenly his warm breath fans across my flushed face.

 Our lips have just met in a gentle kiss, when suddenly bursting forth out of the foliage. Moriarty racks a shotgun.

"What the hell?" Sherlock responds angrily.

"It's a shotgun wedding!" Moriarty smiled before firing the gun at Sherlock.

I am not sure how but I jump in-front of the bullet. It hits me square in the chest.

"Welcome to the valley of fear!" Moriarty shouts before trudging back into the woods.

"Keyland! Keyland!!! Wake up! Keyland wake up!" Sherlock shouts.

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Then suddenly Sherlock's face morphs into Liem's, and for the first time I notice a mark on his arm.

A branded triangle set inside a circle.

A/N: Merry Christmas Eve!!!  I hope everyone has a lovely day!🎄🎉