[She moves a little, trying to settle again. She's tense still, the dream still echoing in her head. Seeing Sherlock dead. He had come close the day he jumped. He must have. And if she hadn't found him in that warehouse, he would have died there.]
Sherlock...
[She frowns for a moment, trying to coalesce what she wants to say to him.]
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[She moves a little, trying to settle again. She's tense still, the dream still echoing in her head. Seeing Sherlock dead. He had come close the day he jumped. He must have. And if she hadn't found him in that warehouse, he would have died there.]
Sherlock...
[She frowns for a moment, trying to coalesce what she wants to say to him.]
Tell me you'll be careful.
[She fears losing him again.]