Peer prompt: Bang

Mrs. Hudson was pleased to see John making an attempt to move on with his life. He'd continued on at the surgery and gotten promoted, and had met a nice girl named Mary. The two got on fabulously, and it seemed to take John's mind off the gaping hole left in his life after Sherlock.

The maternal little old lady could see that John still thought often about his missing friend, and had slowly given up hope that the death had been somehow an elaborate hoax. The poor doctor's limp had returned in full, but he still enjoyed an occasional night out with Mary. It was a couple months in, however, when Mrs. Hudson heard shouting; a heated argument was going on between the two budding lovers, and the few words she could make out seemed to be "Sherlock" and "Never good enough" and "Don't understand."

Loud footsteps resounded down the stairs, clacking with the pointed heel of a woman's shoes as the front door out to the street slammed shut.

Mrs. Hudson considered going up to console John, but thought better of it. He'd want to be able to handle this on his own, without forever needing an emotional crutch. Plus, her hip had gotten especially bad, and if he needed her he'd come downstairs.

A day later, and John still hadn't left his flat. Mrs. Hudson had begun to get a little worried, and was about to go up and check on him when her blood ran cold at the BANG of a pistol.