Dec 10, 2014
[Text] After the sun has set. When the handles of time point to numbers which mirror, find me at the church where the Archangel meets his kind. ^JM
Sherlock received the text but she never replied to it. There was a clear candidate that his riddle pointed to, and the time was clear enough for her. Now it was a matter of deducing why he had send out this invitation. And the only statement she could make on that was that she wouldn't have enough data to say anything about that until the very moment she met him inside that church. And so she arrived right on the dot, taking in all her surroundings. Knowing this could be nothing, something life threatening or anything in between those extremes.
