“And that is almost it. We were hiding at St Bart's, not knowing what's to do next, when I received a phone call from someone clamping to be from Scotland Yard. They told me Mrs Hudson had shot. They told me she was dying. I argued with Sherlock when he refused to come with me. I said things to him that I wish I hadn't said. Because he knew. He always knows. It was a trick, there was nothing wrong with Mrs Hudson at all. By the time I returned to the hospital he was on the roof. Sherlock standing on the edge. He called me. Tried to convince me that he was a fake. That everything they had said about was true. I wouldn't believe it. I still won't. He was being forced to say it. Had to say it. Then he jumped. I owe him so much. I needed him. I still do. But he's gone. He told me once that I shouldn't make people into heroes. He said that heroes didn't exist and that even if they did he wouldn't be one of them. Which goes to show. He wasn't always right about everything. ” -John Watson, the CaseBook.